burny peter

Poet

a concerened parent consulted
a career guru
on a peculiar girl
who professed the theology of ' no aim'

Guru asked:
why are you like this?
lost like a cloud,
wandering
pursuing nothing?

child replied:
no sir
neither is cloud lost
nor is it wandering;
it is a soul begotten of
a larger plan,
pursuant of a fertile scheme
which irrigates a survival thought.

Career Guru prescribed for her
a PSYCHOLOGICAL COUNSELLING.

somebody hoped
she would pursue a career in insanity.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 18, 2009

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  • Sabrina Jubahar (11/18/2009 5:49:00 AM)

    well written, this piece.

    'it is a soul begotten of
    a larger plan,
    pursuant of a fertile scheme
    which irrigates a survival thought.'

    people do hope much.

    ; P

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