The Graduate Assembly

Prologue

When last night in obscurity did it to me suit

I started writing of these who took the same route

Now when this journey has met its end

To write about this company I tend

To tell you that in the Graduate Assembly

There were reverends in this company

Now I would tell you all the condition

Of some of them with good reason

That who and what condition were they in

And with a sHORTcut would I first begin.

sHORTcut

A Shortcut there was and that a big man

That from the time when he first began

He acted as a Prime Minister

But in the company if Rice once a good listener.

Imported was he from a foreign country

No mailing address had he in his own country.

An attempt on life he once narrowly escaped

But the whole country he well managed.

Very soft and clear was he to speak

But in front of Boss his voice was meek.

Of economy he was a great expert,

The common lot's feelings he could never hurt.

A very noble pious man was he

And disobeyed Boss' orders rarely.

He was certainly well-known among the poor

A fine of $100 he once paid on a tour.

All of his family lived abroad

But himself was a great patriot.

And full well he served during his term

But was given ticket for '08 Election by none

Once he had a walk with Angelina Julie

Of him I told you everything truly.

Minister of Qunoon

And there was one Minister of 'Qunoon'

Very strict and would get angry so soon.

Well-read was he at studies of law

And never did he speak nothing raw.

A pious man one would like to meet

Birds would die when he would speak.

Spoke he well on everything certainly

But very complex that I understood rarely,

So complex that when he talked of tragedy

To me it seemed a good comedy.

Defended he well every act of government

And did very well like a 'loyal servant'.

That guest was he at Talk Shows, some question 'Why?'

To hear him speak again, I would cry.

So good was the law situation in his time

A bomb blast would kill no more than nine.

Felt the public in his time so safer

That I would never call him 'Bay Zafar'

I must stop telling of him now

I'm crossing all boundaries, I trow.

Hazrat Molana

There was that saint from a noble family

A huge pillar was he of the Graduate Assembly.

Very clever was he to make a plan

An important figure of the MMA clan.

A Madrassah was under construction in his own city

And it was there for the last years fifty.

To Madrassah he invited many for contribution

For every problem he had a great solution.

Born was he of a humble family,

Diesel scam was just a scandal, actually!

A turban on head he always kept

And with every criticism nicely dealt.

Never did one see him do a fault

Anti-government moves he brought to a halt.

But that I am writing against government and all

To ban my writings he may give a call.

Sheeda

A supporter there was of government called Sheeda

Never did he meet no Reema, Meera or Hameeda.

Full well was he a confirmed bachelor

And in the art of talking a great scholar.

A great supporter of the Boss he was

And served his own people with a good cause.

Transferred was he from Information to Railways

To critics he said, "Mend your own ways!"

A blue-eyed boy some called him of the Boss

To any government he never did no loss.

There isn't a lot I can tell you of him

To degrade anyone is not my whim.

Two Bros.

Two brothers there were of the same cast

Their vision broad and the knowledge vast.

Never did they deceive anyone all their life

And in politics certainly took a big stride.

So well they managed every department

That I fear; empty was their upper compartment.

Anti-Boss moves they would raze to ground

And certainly they were well-known around.

Of extraordinary men they made 'Q-League'

And of educating Punjab took the fatigue.

Many experiments did one on Education Department

And made me sure of his upper compartment.

The other one had served as Prime Minister

And could play any role like a great actor.

Now that you may think I'm a punster

Of two bros. I'd talk nothing further.

Qazi
Another saint there was in this heavenly gathering

And usually before a mob roaring

Another member of the MMA clan,

Who kept a beard, a pious man.

Inimical was he to government and fashions

But served the Boss on many occasions.

Qazi he was but not of the Court

Mission Democracy he would never abort.

He's also there in APDM alliance

I'd ne'er say nothing to his annoyance.

Second Lady

A lady there was among these men

She could venture to visit 'the lion's den'.

A 'Soofia' she was among these heavenly souls

Promoting tourism was one of her goals.

Descendant was she of a big family

And speak she would so pleasantly

Hence was she mostly by the Boss' side

And a story there is I cannot hide

That a slap she once received for the Begum

But never she behaved like the earth's scum.

Closely she still remained with the Boss

Of Her Highness I'd dare do no loss.

Boss

The Boss was there the best of all

A brave soldier, strong and tall.

Full honest was he in all his dealings

For His Highness I have great feelings.

A Uniform he wore neat and clean

Leader was he of the Graduate team.

A Champion of True Democracy he was

To serve and protect the nation was all his cause.

The famous Machiavelli he had left behind

Blessed he was with a brilliant mind.

Promise he fulfilled with his Uniform dumped

But the blabbermouths never slumped.

A Muslim he was pious and devout

Still his opponents would always shout

That enlightened-moderation he introduced

With results of moderate-enlightenment produced.

The Graduates opposed these bashings and all

And reckoned him 'the worthies of all.'

The heart he had of a young man

Of his great genius were many a fan.

Few loves he made in his early youth

Of his escapades he always spoke the truth.

One of his lover lives in another country

And he certainly now loves his own country.

Loved him the army people so well

That in the Army-House he'd always dwell.

Protected he so well the common lot,

But bombs and street crimes was their own lot.

A fast friend was he of our Uncle Sam

Quit he would after building Kalabagh dam.

Never he lost conscience in a situation dire

Had also written "In the Line of Fire."

Did he mush to eradicate extremism

And taught us so well on fascism.

A teacher like him you'd rarely find

What I said of him, he'd never mind.

Poet's Vindication of His Realism

Though graduates besides these were several other

To tell you of each one I wouldn't bother.

'Cause these few were in front most of all

And very active in and outside Assembly Hall.

Now I have told you in a clause

Their state, condition and also the cause

And why that assembled had this company

As our esteemed Graduate Assembly.

I pray you of your courtesy

That you do not regard it my villainy

That I told you of them plainly

And of how they behaved actually.

Now you know where in assembly they would stand

My wit is short, you may well understand.