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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

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