821. Sonnet on: Late Pro. Dr Shamsudin’s Fury (BZU)

SONNET 821
By JH Sayyar
When silence breaks beneath his thundered tone,
And wisdom flames from eyes that do not sleep,
Then trembles halls of stone and hearts of bone,
For truth awakes where lies have burrowed deep
His hard fury, not of wrath but reason's fire,
Burns veils of fraud with every scathing word;
A scholar's rage—Ah! no petty man's desire
But justice armed with logic’s sharpened sword.
He speaks, and tyrants flinch from what they hear,
Their high towers tilt beneath his blazing will;
Each syllable a storm, each pause a sharp spear,
His voice the wind no hill thought could still.

Tempests roar when Shamsudin takes stand,
He builds a world with fury in his under hand.