The Professor At Ignou

That tall professor Taught us literary criticism, Himself a competent critique; Often quoted Shakespeare, Iqbal, Mir and Rumi. Looked really worried For the unnoticed evils in society, Wrinkled his nose, Protruded his lips. And I would recall with love The Utopian society, The two romantic-poet-friends talked of. And once I showed him in his office A short picnic-poem, He said, Ok! But improve your Thematic Concern. And when I asked to please explain, His unwashed, perhaps Peon Interferingly said, “It is easy! Bigger themes means Subjects, a society’s benefited somehow!” Has drawn all the bills And left unknown, with a mere message Through the coordinator, “I have finished all their course of lectures.” Ah! In twenty-minutes’ three lectures.