Deprived of my wings at birth,
May be the angels
were afraid, that
like Ikerus,
I shall attempt
to touch the sun,
and get burnt.
But I bargained
to set my
mind free,
soared high
and gained the
whole universe,
Imagination unbridled.
From unseen depths
of the ocean,
To places even
gods fear to tread,
I roam,
in search of
my elusive muse.
Alas, it’s a journey futile,
Travelogue continues,
Search goes on,
Certain that
once destination arrived,
the reward of discovery
shall silence my mind.
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Fleeting Muse 
Now you’ve been dipping into Wordsworth!
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😀😀why so?
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From Intimations of Immortality (I studied it at high school and had to learn a lot of it by heart)
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
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🙏🙏I can only aspire to touch the boundaries of such lofty verses. I just write what’s in my heart.
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It’s a coincidence that we both had inspiration from Wordsworth though. I’m not a fan, I have to admit.
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I won’t say that I am a fan. English not being my mother tongue and not being my field of study, was always a second language to me. However “I wonder lonely as a cloud”, Keats’ “A thing of beauty is a joy for ever” and a few others (eg. Ozymandias of Egypt and The Miller of the Dee etc) always stayed with me.
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We all have our favourites, perhaps a little because like songs, they have a rhythm that makes them easier to remember.
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Quite possible but everyone of them had instilled a picture, a story, a vision in my mind that stuck.
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That’s one better than my memories of nineteenth century poetry which is the rhythm of words, but no picture at all.
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Being an engineer by profession, may be instinctively I form a picture from word😀
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That figures 🙂
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😀😀
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Beautiful! But we don’t want you to find your Muse, for don’t want your creative mind to go silent upon arriving at the destination! Do we?
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Thank you.
Do I have a choice😀
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No, Sir!
Looking forward to read more of your poetry.
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🙏🙏
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