The black bird, did bid me come
With words that had kept me mum.
But, indeed it had its warmth,
To beckon my soul to reign-on.
Two new years in the abode I spent,
Never in my life, shall I repent.
As, it designed a compass in-formed
To incline the path to be reformed.
Prayer in life, with work and games,
Was here, that I learnt their names.
What a life, in me it grained
As every single moment, I gained!
Thanks, be to all who in me formed
The device within, being transformed.
Hope in me it imparts, even now
To reap love in every plough.
- SJ Paul Anand Devasagaya