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My Muse

Priyamvada Nair
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A muse making melodies
And channelling empathy

Caught my eye
And made me lose sight

Of where I was going

And made me stop mid rowing
In the middle of this lake

Extended a warm embrace
I took to my heart

And picked every emotion apart

To understand why did I feel
The urge to reveal

Open up like the Pandora’s box
Reverence engulfed like a majestic fox

Cunning and fierce,
Shone over the years

Amuse I saw, and never will I let go.

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