I couldn’t find my direction

I was in a painful dejection

It made me a vagabond

In the life of fragile bond

I was made a blind

With a boorish mind

A great rumpus

To explore my compass

At last I found it

With a great grit

The compass was wrought

With a positive thought

Like the compass of Galileo

It became my strengthening mayo

I discovered new paths of life like Columbus

Which shaped me a duchess

My wrought compass

With the music of blue grass

Made my life anew

With a positive view.

Submitted by Narmatha Thukkaivel



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