Ye must know- <br />Why I do poetry? <br />Because it is medicine, <br />For my grief, agony and pain, <br />When poetry injected within me, <br />I etch on the paper, <br />I get tremendous gain, <br /> <br />When truth poisons me, <br />With the fake saline of truth, <br />I wriggle, <br />My instinct wiggle, <br />All sorts of, <br />Wiggling, wriggling, <br /> <br />O my muse - <br />I am on the poetical ward of ICU, <br /> And still ye are whispering into my ear, <br />You are so lovely, <br />So dear, <br />To me, <br />You the lover and caretaker, <br /> <br /> <br />©2014 Aftab Alam Khursheed. All rights reserved<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-my-muse/
