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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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