Growth Poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
Growth
a life which wasn’t all mine
still I behaved like
I’m the master of my mind
I’m the vendor of my heart
I’m the mate of my soul
and I’m the mender of my destiny
a fate slipped from my hand
I got apprehensive
and demanded the culpable
heart denied showing up
I consulted my mind
what’s wrong?
soul was missing
he could guess
for a second I got numb
o’ you stupid Kamran!
you sold your soul
to the merchant of your dreams
I immediately summoned
for my sixth sense
what would be the outcome?
she smiled
then whispered to my mind
nothing, this man would grow up
Oct 24,2009
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5/4/2024 3:45:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a lot of conflicts taking place inside...one has to trust his own 'consultant'...very poignant piece Kamran...liked the expression selling self to merchants of dreams...good work...thanks...10