Treasure Island

Tirupathi Chandrupatla


A Great Boon


In trying to reach You
I missed my way
What a great boon it was
A blessing in disguise
Many interesting things
I saw on my way
My experience enriched
Life totally changed
Given another opportunity
I'd like to miss my way.

Submitted: Monday, July 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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  • Ramesh Rai (8/26/2014 4:26:00 AM)

    It is the natural cause when trying for any thing we miss some thing. A great write indeed. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (7/11/2013 7:57:00 AM)

    I like this one, life sometimes leads us to different paths. We may wonder what is around the corner
    but we are also delighted and surprised at the some of the blessings that we receive by taking another
    route. Please read my poem Roads of Life. Enjoyed your write. (Report) Reply

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