Compass In-formed


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