Thistle On Encyclopedid Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Natural beauty confines to no limits
Countless creatures declare countless merits.
Most beauty resides in birds and plants,
When a rose blossoms and a peacock flaunts.
Gold adorns beauty brides in a specific way;
Nature ‘s spell charms us from stone, coal and clay.
Water constructs waves, ripples and bright sheet,
Foamy clouds make fiery thunder with sleet.
Precious diamonds, sapphire, emeralds and all
Leaving heaven and earth, they thistle call
To sit with grace on the store of knowledge,
To be honored in universities and each college.
Instead of hair, sharp thorns cover head
One vision of them snatches rest of bed.
And all thoughts green or golden become red,
To what thorny deserts they have been led.
That from top to toe they are bruised and torn
As if under an unlucky star they were born.
Encyclopedia Britanica I say
That in fields of learning has a great say.