He was there when Melzedek blessed Abraham
He was there when Melzedek made Jesus a priest
Wasn't he there when prophecy,praises and songs flow from the writer of Psalm?
He was there,he was a witness 'cos he has taken the risk.

He was there when the walls of Jericho fell
He burned the night candle with Daniel,Isaiah and Isralites when writing the scrolls
So many of History he wishes to tell
He has made himself a nasty reader,a master to fools.

So little sleep,so many readings; he went out of his mind
Mothers cite and sight him as a tree of knowledge
His midnights' laughs made neighbours shakes heads in disgust of a kind
He is always in trance in days,and swims in books at night,all in sake of knowledge.

He almost got the full picture of Muhammad,he swears on his proposed tombstone
All because Knowledge fully feed him the history in her feeble years
He discusses thin things and speaks as if a witness of people that are near to tombstone
Scribes,scholars,philosophers of ancient days are all his friends.

He accused Bible of ingrate 'cos his name is absent among stones setters under Jordan when it dried,
Didn't he mentioned he was a witness of occurrence of seven sleepers of Ephesus?
He said it and more 'cos by he keeps books that feed by his side
Of Elisha and Elijah and Ezekiel and Jonah, and Jews and Jesus.

Gold and silver were scarce when he was begotten,his was pewter,
Lost both parents,he always feel a tinge of sadness when he remembers,
Or when friends rapport,mentioned,laud and discuss parentship in their encounter,
Yet his feeling is sanguine,he never gave way to unavailing sadness.

He hid under the table on which John write the revelation,
He know of sixteen elders that stand four-four at the four cardinal corners of the globe,
Knowledge is his penniless prize for the price of eagerness,and hunger,interest and his obsession
A Sololmon among his kind,they cloth him in wisdom' robe.

All because he chooses to be a nasty reader,
The beginning of Nile,the end of seas,his books carry him like sea-craft
He has been labelled as a MAD writer
He positively said it means Making A Difference in his penkraft.

He drew General Washington to the sight of the angel he saw,angel Orion
He fought and lost with his kinsman during the dark continent colonial struggle
He was there,he knows it all,even things that precessed him in his foetal which is oblivion,
Like a war general,he was among planners of Adolf and British struggle.

Amidst criticism,discrimination and mocking laughs he rises - As grand as the sun he wants to be
Aquinas,Homer,Pluto,Galilei have acknowledged him,Copernicus sends regards
An intermediary between worlds he wants to be
Blindly he goes,not minding Jezebel and Delilah- daughters of Eve trying to flock his both sides.

He always said: 'a product of one God and five thousand teachers is me'
An ever loyal student of the wack and depressed teacher called Knowledge - He belongs Indian Jaat
That nasty reader is me
I write from The Desk Of Insanity: That Prospective scholar is Jimson Jaat.

- Jimson Jaat Taofik
(Indispensable Jaat)