You are my muse.

The light so heavenly

shines upon me,

bestowing its blessing.

The alphabets start shaping

themselves without any

external intervention.


I don’t really need

to have a conversation

with you. Only

witnessing a snap sight

is enough for my motivation.


Your each aspect and each act

and towards them how I react,

on purpose or without it,

strike thoughts and bind

them together to form phrases

which are scribbled as praises 

and preachings of you and your name

written beautifully by this dame.

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