She is a poetic muse
Her poems I always choose
Like an electrical fuse
She sends out great power
And like a sprinkling shower
She makes me shiver
A perennial river
Who has cosmic power
She sits at the tower
From her wonderful quiver
She shoots the arrows of flower
Like an angel’s delightful wings
Her writings are imperishable sayings
She is a divine rose
And makes me doze
Her poetry is intoxicating wine
Far brighter than sunshine
She is lovelier than moonlight
And makes our souls bright
She comes from heavenly light
To cause all of us great delight
She belongs to the universe
And is immortal in her verse
I sit at her tender feet
Wondering at her poetic feat
Let us all give her a big hand
As she makes our lives so grand
She is a nectar sucking bee
Could you guess who that muse could be?
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Author:
JVL NARASIMHA RAO (Pseudonym) (
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Ah, my dear elder brother, and with the exulting blonde beginning the poem and colouring our initial impressions of the poem....who is "she"???? Let me try....the moon again?! I give up! But I loved your similes and metaphors....it was a fascinating puzzle which I can't figure out....unless my guess is correct?!
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