Ph.inally D.one

It all started with a tease,

When friends tried to appease,

By calling me Prof. Mishra,

Though I was a mere bourgeois,

Selling trucks and cars,

To the rich local czars.

For my heart wasn't in sales,

I would rather be on trails,

Or lounge by a brook,

To devour the words of a book,

Uninhibited and uninterrupted,

For that curious, ravenous head.

It was intellectual stimulation

I sought; not a promotion

To the post of Senior Manager.

I thought, "Why bother..."

With a title or accoutrement,

If it leaves me discontent.

So, I quit my coveted job,

And traveled around the globe,

To get a Ph.D.

And become a devotee,

Of the Goddess of Learning,

Reading and writing.

But the Goddess wanted to test,

My commitment to my quest.

And obstacles came my way,

To check if I wore away,

Or continued to try,

When everyone passed by.

It may sound all winsome,

To say that I did it on my own.

But it wasn't at all me,

From which came the esprit.

It's because of Her grace alone,

That I am Ph.inally D.one.