A Minute on Backbenchers: English poem by Yahya Khan

A Minute on Backbenchers: English poem by Yahya Khan

Being backbencher is not that easy
They always pretend
As they are very busy
Busy in the contemplation
All about the lectures
That causes three or four mini fractures
In the part of the brain
That is useful as the crane
Now that’s why they loose
All their attention
They become hopeless
As they find a new tension

They sit in the back
Away from the teacher
As atheist runs away
Faraway from the preacher
Few of ‘em but not all
Are the genius creature
Who don’t show but all ears
During delivery of the lectures
Who have valid information
They do not make conjectures
Teacher also knows the spark in their eye
They’ll achieve something big before they die

Being backbencher is not that easy
They always pretend
As they are very busy
Always late for the class
They were stuck in the grass
The grass is the code for the loaded road
They are jokers of the class
They make all others laugh
When they are absent
The class looks empty
Because the remaining’s age is,
Twenty add Twenty

 

 

Army Burn Hall College Abbottabad

 

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