Education Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

An ugly, dark, aged woman
Seemed to be expelled from heaven,
Sat in a university's green lawn.

With worn shawl spread before,
Selling pens was her pet chore.
No one came to buy from her store,
Students were laughing more and more.

Her ball-points waited for hands warm,
But hands enjoyed physical charm.
Psyche dissolves in ink to write,
Purity's power is required for flight.

Worldly gains, without pains, can't write
Long, sharp teeth, without will, can't bite.
She had neither suitors nor friends,
Ugly woman couldn't change trends.