In the backdrop of metaphors
I write poetries
which ring aloud in my head
but hesitate to rest on my tongue.
verses holding your whiff and thoughts
help me in untying my knots
more than a cure for my mordant dispositions
you are an elixir, a food for thought.
from dawn to dusk
from a fragrance which is vaguely similar to musk
I draw you to the center of my musings
as if there exists, for me, only one focus.
the swelling pride of my writer instincts
the characteristic charm of your elusive being
everything boils down to only one junction
where you become my muse
and I lay my pen on you
to carve the only beautiful thing
my heart ever knew!
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