A Cryptic Triptych Poem

The centre of the seesaw is for contemplation. 
Before embarking on the made decision. 

Such a noble profession, being a doctor. 
The modern soldier. 
This expected Asian dream would please so many. 
I understand. 
The world needs all the sciences. 

Instead I please myself,
chase my crimson pipe dreams. 
Smuggled through the wish of my south node,
smoked out into the ether of the pining north.

© N. Nazir 2021

Photo by Aline Nadai on Pexels.com

Written for:
Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: Smuggle, 66 words.
My Vivid Blog Prompt Word #134 Expect
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Crimson


31 thoughts on “A Cryptic Triptych Poem

    1. You’re so right, Shay! 😊☀️ I could never do it! But I respect the profession now more than ever. These days I draw or write words for whoever may like them. And my calling always leads me back to the library, ha ha! 😂

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