MY UNIVERSITY

MY UNIVERSITY

My University, Primus Interpares,
The Teeny And The Whacky,
Many Prospect Admire To Be Admited,
But Repudiated the Appanage,
Where I Learned How To Write A Poem.

"Is That Primus Interpares Student ?
Can't Even Communicate In L2",
First Question Comes To Mind Is Always College,
When Seen A Learner Set To School.

"Little Little As Their Teachers",
But With Million Of Phrases And Explanation.
Cracking Jokes With The Students,
Like A Child With His Granny,
A Fresh Pair Of Eyes,
Hundred Over Hundred As You Get,
But Unintended Credit Of Lugage If You Get.

Answer To Their Question Is Withdrawn Student,
To Confirm This, Come To Religious Department,
Talkless Of Bonafide Student From The Father Of Faculties,
Merged With Mother Of Departments,
Where Unriped Student Write A Poems,
Taught By Alleged Smallest Lecturers.

I Love My Pedagogues For Their Stands,
I Love To Be With Them For Their Help,
That Fresh Pair Of Eyes Is Always Needed,
In All Our Academic Endeavour As Our Parents, 
To Graduate With Best Mirror.

Usman Ahmad Murtala
June 2017