Dance of the Muse

Dancing in the creation of the creator

Overwhelmed was the muse

created out of nowhere…

Happy to be inked,

To be of some use.



Twirling on different lips

Bubbling with love sublime,

Like essence, it rose,

With the sparkle of cosmos, 

The muse did chime.

In ecstasy, it went from heart to heart

Finding a new home in books

Read with fondness

Dancing with the cosmos

It rejoiced in every nook.





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Written by Shirstee Singh

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