I ask me, shree...
how do you write?
I call here near me,
And whisper into her ears,
I have a muse

I am in my ecstasy
Emotions high no matter
which is it,
anger, love, solitude, sorrows, patriotism , devotional, confusion
and any feelings you have in world

Then she comes and whispers,
into my ears , she moves her fairy
stick and hand start to write,

I have never seen her,
But it feels we know well of eachother,
Shree , asks me how then you know
How she looks, I say ,,
I...