Muse, most dear muse,
Thou must bless thine slave,
To make you more lovely,
And sweet and flow through
My heart and feelings,
To pen the matters of beauty,
Vulgar and mundane,
To make me and everyone
Happy on your appearance
So dear to our hearts.
You had failed my in my feelings,
To appear continously
For a long period fo time,
Unable to express my experiences
inside and outside my large world,
Which changeth so fast.
Only you can record the events,
And the things that matter to humans.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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