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The Consultant

 

The Consultant

They come to consult

To seek advice

Expecting solutions to all their problems.

I earnestly hear

And give advice

Provide solutions

Suggest alternatives.

Strangely,

The problems are solved.

Collection of my experiences

Is handy and I smile

To myself.

I wonder though

Why can't they read their own books?

Who taught me to tread all lonely paths

That I have traversed

All the first steps that I took

With lump in throat

And smile on face.

Never let anyone know what went inside.

When storms gathered and winds broke

Bridges collapsed and paths got lost

I wiped my eyes and walked on

Didn't wait for guides or help.

Don't even remember how I got company

Of Ghalib, Colleridge, Dostovesky, Frost.

And now this universal vision

Helps me to give advice

To those who require guides.

Posted in Poetry.


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  1. saurabh says

    beautiful!

  2. hira kadlabju says

    Don”t be angry with the class of consultants. After all we all r consultants in one formor the other.
    And in any case the opinion of the consultant is always subject to ur acceptance.