I once met a man so well read, <br />Sunk was in ocean of logic, <br />Ill logic was worse than magic, <br />All head and no heart was his head. <br /> <br />He believed in splitting up things, <br />All things were simple sum of parts, <br />Felt, human mind need have no wings, <br />Thought, science has no room for arts. <br /> <br />He seldom could whole picture see, <br />Each component being so dear, <br />And missed forests focussed on tree, <br />Which, lost on leaves could see no clear. <br /> <br />Poor him, with all his well-read head, <br />Was not than a tinkering smith <br />That could never manage life’s myth, <br />And scarce can be called man learned. <br />___________________________________________ <br />May be a bit of poetic exaggeration, but <br />the piece is based on a man in flesh and <br />blood I was once associated with during my <br />working life. <br />___________________________________________ <br /> - Reminiscing | 06.10.07 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smiths-and-managers/
