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.
https://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/27/so-kind-guru/#more-222052
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