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.