This is about a girl who’s poor with directions
She spends hours roaming, making connections
Was it a right or a left, oh! She is lost again
Too many ways, perplex her brain
She’s calling them, to ask the address
No-one’s picking up adds to her distress,
Leading her to take more wrong turns
She’s going wherever, all tensed
Rickshaw uncle seems annoyed
The girl too, gets kind of paranoid
When is this little trip’s going to end?
Uncle brings her to the brink of her mind
The girl gets all teary, calling her brother again
Hoping he’d pick up, all the pressure presses her veins
She just wants to get home nothing more, she asks for
The phone call is picked, yet the battery dies, alas!
Could things become more unfortunate than this?
Her ride has been so stressful, she clenches her fists
In an instance, all the puzzles fall, glowing a flame of hope
She finally remembers a clue to find home
Rickshaw uncle seems more relaxed and happier than her
Although he did taunt her along the journey with his slurs
She safely reached her place, and heaved a sigh of relief.
Now, the first thing, she must do is learn her geography.