The Muse.

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Note : Before you all read my next poem , I would like to say sorry to all my readers who been reading my poem and enjoy it. I know i have not being updating for long while. I could have posted by now my two new poems but I got a bit stuck in between my other poem in Hindi. It took me lot of Time for editing both this and other Hindi poem. That all I wanted to say to all my readers. Happy read to all my readers 🙂.

She tells me words
Or I get to learn new words
From her without she knowing.

She tells me things about myself
Or about the people we both love.
We both have something in common between us.

She's the words of my thoughts
She's the muse of my poetry
Without her I am incomplete.

My pen, my paper and my thoughts
Are connected to her words.

She is the orator, I am the writer.
She tells me a word, I write as my thought say on how I feel about the words she says.

She's not just a beautiful woman,
She maybe an inspiration to many
Who knows her as friends
And people who are not a part of
Her life, even the people she meets.

She has travelled to many places
By sitting beside the window.
She indeed is a great traveler.

She travels by the words,
She reads by what's written
In her travel adventures

She comes across many things
While she travels alone on the journey
She doesn't know what the end
Would Be.

She learns a lot as she travels
From one place to another.

She finds joy in travelling to different places, Knowing about different cultures and traditions of other Places.
As she travels, she even gets to know about the people who live there with their families and friends.
She tries to learn their language or try communicating with them.

She tries to create a bond with people she meets, while travelling alone.
She tries to connect her life with
The people she meets on her endless journey.

If she feels any emotions coming out of her because of hearing stories about heartbreak or the story
She feels that is connected to her life.

After hearing it for hours.
She can't not stop her sober
And feels she needs a warm hug to control her emotions until she comes
To the End of her journey.

Where she has to say goodbye to the people she met on her long journey

And goes back to the place
Where she has to start a new day
With a new chapter to begin
Her new journey.

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