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                                               To My Muse

                                 As the rays of the sun at morn
                                  Illuminates the new-born day,
                             So the sparks of your shining smiles
                                 Dispel the darkness in my way
                                    Instil some savour of living
                               In a soul pining with deep pains,
                             With the body battered by storms
                              And the bones aching with strains.

                             A fair angel with snow-white wings
                            Dispatched by the grace of the Lord
                                  In the quietude of the night
                                 A strand of comfort to afford,
                                  Whisper in my vigilant ears,
                                 Inspire in the quill of my pen
                              Melodious words to carve verses
                               As tribute to the Lord and men.

                                 The sight of your angelic self
                              Alleviates the wrath of my pains,
                             Sends my spirits soaring up high,
                               Elevates the pitch of my brain 
                             And sets my poetic veins aflame;
                         When the heart and the soul do yearn  
                                    To scan the poetic ocean
                                Can body and mind not listen!

                              O Muse, grace with wispy wings
                             And fan the ambers of my flame
                            That I may reach the graceful sky
                               And steadily inscribe my name
                                On the bright scrolls of poetry
                                That generations that do wish,
                            From verses stockpiled on the web             
                              May just for their pleasure relish.

                               O darling Muse, whom I cherish,
                                Ditch me not in mid of the way
                            That I sink in the stream of shame,
                         Ditch me not when clouds veil the day;
                               You are my sole and only muse
                               Until I do heave my last breath,
                                  Until I can feel the sunshine,
                              Until my frame will rest on earth.
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