Even if the doors creak
out of its junk reeds
Make supple your strength
And write a line of Poetry daily -
The breath of the muse
There is nothing to be ashamed of
A line or two of your beat
We have seen junkies
Transformed
By nectarine buzz of the Muse
World will take
An unnecessary pleasure out of you -
Deriding and deflexing.
Make yourself
A whole universe within
Time cuts like an outer fleece
No one knows
When 'Time' comes and slips away, and
Bereaved
We prat our feet
Let us take
Baton of words
Fill the music fretting your heart -
This is one moment, and one chance
Life is nothing to grudge, but to smile your way a top
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