Nailed up by desolation
I cried out to get freed
I ran towards the mounts
To have a new venture
On the way,it happened,
I met him!!! the man of hope
He is far from a good teacher
A teacher never be like this
He is the man of blessing
A boon given from heaven
Though, he means so much
I call him only Usthad,
They call him shamzul ulama,
The sun of wise men
I call him qamarul mutha'allim,
The moon of aspiring students.
For them, he shines like sun
But burns with heat of truth
To them he grins like sun
With his light of knowledge
For us, he shines like moon,
With all his love and compassion
To us, he smiles like moon
With all his purity and reflection
He taught us how to live
When we refused to learn
With him, we forgot how
How we learnt all we ought
I went to learn Arabic
But he taught life along
Thank you so much Usthad
The personified blessings.
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