Let Me Serve the Muse!

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Let me serve the Muse to amuse my soul!

Who whispered into my ears
a secret of making mirth

through dancing, moving damsel
of nature in air of music divine.

Every flame of grief, expectation  
blew off with rhythmic blessings 

leaving for me nothing to pine.

Let me serve the Muse to amuse my soul!

Who handed me a brush oar 
to sail through blank and 
rough texture of life making 
deep or shallow folds negotiable.

Quenched my quest to shrink
th' world within reach and make 
its shiny n' gloomy hues appreciable.

                                                      

Let me serve the Muse to amuse my soul!

Who held my naive hand 
to spill droplets onto white;

embellished and drenched 
in sheer emotions n' thoughts

to reveal rolling intricacies of mind.

Opened gate of mysterious world
of aesthetics and chose me 
to board on this wondrous ride.

                                             -Shivali