They are your thoughts
And they are your mentor
They come without invitation,
No call bells they ring,
No knocking at the doors either,
They just creep in making their way.
You feel elated and your mind gets delighted,
Your words start to fall like the steps of a ballet dancer,
With eagles you soar at high sky,
With peacock you dance in the rain.
Your creativity reaches its zenith,
Your heart melts with candles
Your soul balloons with inspirational air
Your poem plummets in heart
They are your thoughts
And they are your mentor.
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