North Star
Of which
the moral
he never found
That allegory was she
Sing to a fine tune,
he could never
That ballad was she
Taking pride
In a deaf audience
that sitar,
that shehnai was she
Writ in a language
He knew not
That manuscript was she
She was the North Star,
He a blind, lost traveler
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