Poet Poem by burny peter

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.