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-
And ‘smart’.
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.
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