She asked if she's my muse
Of how my pen squeezes out its juice
For there's a like minded fuse
And a drain from the brain to infuse
She flames up the spark
As the ink let's out it mark
Lighting me out of the dark
Deep into my notes like a clerk
Let me make use of her light
Deep into the eeriness of night
As my shadows unveil
What my brain and fingers reveal...
Awal Gowal.
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