As I express beauty with my words,
Colors swirls,
Multicolored auras dance and swerve.

Like drumbeats,
my vocabulary resonates deep.
Like symphonies,
my language makes one weep.

My creative expression I take no credit.
The outside world,
I humbly owe debt to it.

From the sight of a flower,
to the laughter of a child,
Even college parties.
that are too wild.
it flows from everywhere.

The Divine spark within me,
unlocks my infinite creativity.
The sight of my loved ones,
inspire me.

Like a Lotus flower I overcame the Muck.
With luck,
my radiant words have blossomed.

Your mind,
struck!