A Scholars Lament By Bushu Andrabi Always Did She Feel " Nothing Do I Know" Burdened, then Buried Beneath

Books Her Heavy Heart, Humbled. Her Mighty Mind, Mumbled. "Knowledge Have I None!" Distressed dared but not Daunted Smiling Took She To The Task. "So Much There is to learn!" So Much there is to Ask "You Are A Nothing!" Muttered That Tiny Torturing Something Overwhelmed with Grief The Whispers were Brief Carpenter, Gardener, Cook, Sweeper and All Battling The Hardship, Yet, Standing Tall. Worthy Of Mine Worship One and All Enough! Enough! Read and Write, O You Wretched Weeping Scholar Save us Your Sadness Smooth Skills Have You None? Leave Your Lamenting Be gone and be done! Read and Write You Miserable Scholar Shine and Be Set Apart Brighten This Dark World Before You Depart