My Muse, I salute you ……
So far, so long I was a lonely goat
Walking up the mountain path
With no shepherd to guard
Or ram to lead I walked
Making my own path
A crowd is there waiting
Wanting my advice
But, for me it is a lonely life
No Muse, I had for me
Other than experiences
Some bitter some sweet
But, all my own – Then
One day I strayed into a meadow
Where the sky is blue
And the grass is green
All because I found others too
Like me searching for an outlet
Come to the cooling stream
Called Desi Directory
There I found many to call a friend.
Among them a guiding star, a sage
Whose very words gave me strength
Whose thoughts provoke, inspire
And leave me speechless, awestruck
And Whom I took courage to call
My Master, Mentor and my Muse!
poem by Angelina Pandian
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