Aschloar Of Sixty Monsoons

A scholar of sixty monsoons with an amass knowledge in rarity
He looks like a dry seed that has wings to fly every narrow spot to sprout
Elevating every sluggish being to refresh the unrefined English
What roles he enacts before the half-baked minds who rush
To the world of laughter and wonder at his energy to weep
Like Desdemona or Nora and howl like Othello or Julius or Macbeth
His class room is either a theatre or an open stage of Shakespeare
Dismayed and wet eyes unable to catch the glimpse of tragic murder of loveable
Heroines in the plays which instilled gushing energy in his veins
Fluttering his thrilling sensation of excited imagination of Eliot.
He surpassed none but his bitter tongue stinging a genuine
Talent that is blooming in a half-trained teacher in a world of conflicts.
Shedding tears or uttering a feeble trembling voice a pretense
That earns soft people but not strong ones who doubt his countenance.
Admiring or flattering those who abide with his mind
Keeping far from pure souls who ever know the venom
In his tongue always rolls on to wait for its turn to hurl
soft hearts which wriggle between his sharp teeth
How can he live with his intimates who are also perhaps like him ?
Can a person be a hypocrite with the huge bookish knowledge
In this world of terror, uncertain engulfing the sane lots?

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Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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