THE UN-SMART ONE
Desperate they were, to teach me to be smart;
Poor learner that I was, they were at wit’s end.
My folks believed firmly that I had too much soft matter
That needed to be hardened- to make me worldly wise-
They took me to a vegetable market and pointed out some smarties;
One I saw- a pot bellied- rich looking guy,
In aggressive dialogue with a poor, wizened old lady
(Who must have spent a full day under the scorching sun),
Haggling smartly for a bargain of a couple of rupees.
“Learn smartness from him!”
They pointed out.
Then and there I decided,
Smartness is not for me.
If that be smart, I have no doubt then,
Un-smartness is my choice.