Compass

Compass

By, Kaushik Paul


When I walk looking down, I can’t see the sky,
I trip and fall, when I look too high.

When I look towards the East, backstab is my fate,
When I’m busy looking West, from East there is checkmate.

One who walks on my South, if I hold his hand,
The person from North, this view, cannot withstand.

When I look at This Corner, That Corner’s opportunity, I miss,
If I look at That Corner, how can I enjoy This Corner’s bliss?

Hither, thither, I look in all directions,
Maintaining all sides, gives me confusions.

When and where, my vision should I focus,
Please tell me, oh my dearest, compass.

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