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
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Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: Smuggle, 66 words.
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Ragtag Daily Prompt: Crimson
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