DR. UNOOSE BEGUM, FORMER DEAN OF ARTS & FORMER HEAD, DEPARTMENT OF COMMERCE, TBAK COLLEGE, KILAKARAI
[1961-2009]

ELEGY TO MY SECOND MOTHER [THE TEACHER] - My Model. . .
Me - not an artist
But dean of arts created an artist.
Thy closed grave
Opened my pen to the first line.

The trumpet walk
Keeps our heart vibrant
Still…still…still…
Be like a bee – your trust
Then! Why have you flown to rest?!
Keeping the hearts of near and dear
to feel yours- THE BEST

Dream is unreal
But the real dream of yours
has become really real.
Yes! We shine with many deeds
And I want to know
Whether they glitter in your sphere!

Yes,
I can see you seeing it.
Because the true heart carried it’s prayer to God
Now the rest in the nest having it’s prey.

Thy body couldn’t bear the strength of thy mind
Made it walk with a stick
To pour the power of intellect directly into the soil of TBAKC.

Oh mother!
Enough of yours entered this earth
Why you alone entered your mothers earth?
To strengthen the roots to shadow your blood?
And not want to burden the people of your liking?

Why no leave for this left soul?!
We know. . .
You like to enlighten the minds
And never want to darken the heart of knowledge gate.


Medicine could not cure you
The medical person too. . . [your husband]
Could not save you
Because healthy soul can’t business with wealthy world
Instead, will be well kept by the well wisher of His creation!
MAY HIS PEACE BE UPON YOU.
BY
B. ZULAIHA
HEAD, DEPARTMENT OF ENGLISH
TBAK COLLEGE
KILAKARAI