THE MUSE
THE MUSE
His
words -
My
most comprehensive insurance coverage,
The
more he scattered them
Generously
on fertile soil,
They
become organic
Enriching
me through the lean seasons
His
words are a blazing torch
Filling
me up through the darkest reception of my soul,
And
in the harshest weather of the human existence.
His
words are garlands,
Trophies
for every days' greatness,
Backpack
ready to gear me up for my victory lap.
His
words made me something immeasurable by any standard,
Something
better than wealth,
Net
worth and caste systems.
His
words are warmly spoken,
Blanket
reinforcements wrapping me away from the bareness of the cold street life,
Home
shelter to orphans and the destitute,
The
vulnerable and abused,
To
the safe haven of a mother's bosom.
And
when I was suffocated by the twigs of my biogenic inadequacies,
Un-comely
and deformed in my mentality,
His
words were spoken like an acquittal verdict from my imprisonment,
To
freedom from faceless adversaries.
In
my heaviest despair,
His
words reassured like the promise of a full life's insurance package,
Making
me weightless as antimatter,
Slicing
through bars of challenges like the free air,
The
impediments as tall as they were,
Existing
as useless criss-cross of virtual lines only existing in my head.
His
words,
Gave
me immortality,
Mastery
over sickness, weakness and inhibitions,
Invincible
like I should be,
Over
the seas and mountains of life,
The
claws and fangs of the Human nature.
His
words are laced with life,
Every
morning I arise like a miracle,
So
effortlessly like a superhero to take up my impossible daily tasks,
Like
defying time relativity: the past, present and future,
Exploring
in and beyond the space of my wildest imaginations.
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