The Final Lesson Poem by Naveed Akram

The final lesson carried a wealth of knowledge,
The benevolent teacher married the facts to our heads.
Our heads munched on, on and on, like saints,
Even like the muttering of priests engaged in prayer.
We lead and benefit with evenness, electric fighting happens,
The awe in our scripts belongs to the scribes,
To the ancient sages and lively scholars.
Our best wishes go to culprits of best learning,
It benefits, it bruises, it brings goodness and divineness.
The approach is the same, events permeate our lives
As life is adventure, life grows with the agility of the body.
Our minds munch and manufacture, collapsing the heart eventually.