All the muses absent from my literary world,

I looked for the eternal lute of Apollo—

to sing with no word;

Tired of life, trying not to be hurt, any more,

I took refuge in the song, though it was also sore.

But while I was singing, I wrote it down

The song became poem of a kind, or a literary sort

Then it was read in the following core:

Love yourself like a lion, make a literary roar

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Foroz, M. (2017). Inside Out: A Collection of English Poems. Olympia Publishers: London.