61. Muse
In this world filled with breaking news,
Here I am looking out for a muse.
All I can do is cry and cry
As my river of poetry has run dry.
A source of inspiration; someone to make it rain,
Filling my pages with words and letting me forget all my pain.
Patiently I'm waiting with an open heart and nothing to lose,
But the delay is suffocating me like a hanging noose.
But I can't bear this wait anymore as I'll blow a fuse.
My dear world, here I am once again looking out for a muse.
-Rithin.
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