My Tutor

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My Tutor

A Sonnet

Courtesy Preti Ghosh

Near five score years it took me,
To unlearn syllabus of humanity. 
The long patient labour to abandon,
Useless morass of thought’s burden.

My faint prayer has become an aspiration,
It engulfs all being without exception.
I know not how knowledge arrives,
From ordinary moments it springs to surprise.

The senses’ sap have another taste,
I savour its mood without any haste. 
I draw all syllables from this new scheme,
It teaches me in waking and in dream.

I am a toddler enrolled in a school divine,
My tutor in all subjects is my Master sublime.