So Kind Guru

Most ven Dr

A jungle was his head
for lies to hide;
no brush ever touched
his teeth too wide.

His rough-edged feet
feared no thorns;
his shorts and shirt
clung ever to his bones.

Degrees, post-degrees
Internally, he earned;
degrees, post-degrees
overseas, he earned.

Though wealth and money
never loved this honey,
he quit many jobs
and became a guru.

No mother, no father
made his Fate so kind,
but a so kind Guru
who is now – dead.

(wrote on December 28, 2015; edited on January 2, 2016 and November 25/26, 2016)
Posted on Poet’s Corner on Nov. 26, 2016.


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