Our Brain Child.

Abdulsomad philoMATH

Monday 21 July 2025

Let these verses shine a light on our brain child .

Awakener of dead souls,

Applause echoing through our ignorance,

From some bright corner of paradise.

In your shadow, we find a growing rose.

Our feelings drift far away,

Yet return, just seeking one word: "Thanks."

They once wandered in silence and fear,

But were drawn back near —

By the voice of our brain child.

And so our souls uplift the lands of writing.

Behold — a day once spent

With no clear path upon us.

When we barely knew the bounds of “7 and R,”

But today, smiles bloom on our faces,

Grateful to offer a gamut of thanks.

Ha! It’s a bitter truth to speak:

Out of the schools,

I could perfectly pick Ansarul as husband —

While the rest chase the halls of wife.

Not only does the world applaud your wisdom,

But the minds you've nurtured long to be robed in Baron.

In our hearts, knowledge dwells.

In our minds, understanding finds its place.

The blood in our veins flows like Aristotle and Shakespeare.

The words in our mouths are tinted with Soyinka.

Till infinity, Baron, thou shall be revered —

And brains shall bow in eternal homage.