I didn’t become a poet by choice, but by accident On falling ill, I met my muse through sheer chance I have been drawn to nature and its myriad forms To celebrate that love through poetry is my stance Never I strained to voice my thoughts in verse Until poetry came at the appointed time When chosen, it came and gladly resided in me And now I feel so blessed and sublime All that’s alluring and lovesome meets my eyes And communes to me in profuse delight Which I turn into rhyme and rhythm To make the souls of poetry lovers ignite Poetry has now become a balm kissing my wounds An escape from the commotion and noise around It is a smooth glide into a sea of tranquility And a celebration of all beauty that surround.
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