The pet’s Muse calls for him

In his dreams

Stepped over a tolerable


He packed his suitcase and

Fled on winged feet

Then put to rest and sleep by

His welcoming hosting Muse.

The calming atmosphere of a

Quaint retreat

The freedom of thought and

The delicately denuded portrait

On his artistic mind.


Rules and regulations of society

Cast a shadow on the gilded cage

Of free love

Only broken by a tryst

And the smooth turning of this

Dimmer switch of the heart and


The mind already ventured

Far ahead

For a long, long time.

There has to be trust

Believe in sharing

Position one’s heart beyond

Traditional thought processes.

It’ll work.

The poet feels

Knows and believes.




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