well dancing muse
a flowing excuse
in my mind and heart as if
glowing bulb on the verge of fuse
she got some playing darts
pinching soft corners like
jumping wheels of bullock-cart
why should I write well
got to play my part
therefore everyone shall remain
and restore their life long chart
oh too much rhyming as if
poetry is chime of art
oh I miss dancing muse
she said no to my views
keeping me high on refuse
pour me till I diffuse
muse knows how
to use and misuse
let her be with
what
she needs
to lose to chose to cruise
so that she can heal all my bruise
oh well then bye to all the byes
will remain cool and coy
dancing muse
see you when see yiu.
WORDS MY BIRDS 