If all writing is, indeed, a mere ruse,
Why do I need an inspirational muse,
or editor my syntax to masseuse
Mind's eye is vapid and obtuse;
My brain is calling an immediate truce
Inane pretenses no longer refuse,
and with sixth sense consciously fuse
Mundane fare is now abstruse;
Morose wit critics dare not abuse,
or for lack of purpose, design accuse
Metaphors, metonymies tightly noose;
Colloquial sayings, truisms freely infuse
Slang terms, archaic words out of use,
In remediated discourse common, diffuse
Choppy meter, bland rhyme schemes choose;
No rhythmic patterns, contrived forms to confuse
Do not need with limericks, riddles to bemuse;
Trite puns, silly jabs will laughter's tonic effuse
A sage with wisdom so erudite
Muse filtering hope, shedding light
Mentor whose keen insight doth shape, mold
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
Twining cultures with his harmonious pen
Idioms, aphorisms from his native kin
With adopted truisms, symbols doth fold
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
Verses sculpted with cunning concision
Accents, rhymes spliced with stunning precision
Crafty metaphors, metonymies freely doled
Dr Ram's words are better than gold
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