Her pen sounds like heavenly music,
Soulful, blissful, as if beez buzz;
Birds chirping, crickets singing,
Cascade dancing, trees musing,
As the poems full of divine knowledge,
And wisdom does she write.
Honey like poems, she writes so well.
I dwell in this music of pen.
No wonder she's none but my soul!
For only soul can create such a magic.
Music like a sweet tune from a flute!
Poems flowing out from a clean heart!
Sarasvati in musical attire, my soul!
Will disappear as soon as I blink.
MyKoul
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