When I ***** in the dark Her poetry strikes me like a divine spark When bored , she gets me to her poetic park If I feel totally depressed Her poetry makes me completely refreshed When I lose my hope, she becomes my pope
When I suffer from thirst Her poetic juice does she ****** When I pine for hunger She comes to me like a classical singer And gifts me her poetic plum And makes me blissfully calm
When I suffer from insomnia She comes to my bed And lulls me to sleep When I awake from sleep Through the window does she peep Because of her many divine benefits I reap She follows me day and night And makes my life spiritually bright