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.