The Poetic Beer

The hazy morning dews knock on the door of my eyes

They don't want to break my friendship ties

I bid adieu to the lazy slumber

To remain a stone-cold sober

The rhythm of the cool breeze lingers in my ears

It is filled with nature's power that can kill my fears

The sunlight scans my body to dot a golden tan

I still can't comprehend what is its master plan

I use my creative quill to paint the world

With words that grow in my brain field 

My elated soul implores me to bang on the door of poetry

It wants to connect with words to expound its chemistry

A firefly drops a secret message into my ears

To carefully manoeuvre the poetic gears

The nightingale sin

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gs to the rhythms of my heartbeats

Am I on the verge of creating magical feats?

Unsolicited voices try to breach my joy

I use my wisdom to sabotage their ploy

My thoughts know the art of neutralizing fear

I wonder if they had consumed a magic beer

At the night I stood motionless beholding the shimmering stars

Are they laying a ladder to take me to mars?

The whimpering dog is complaining about why it is not fed food

The owls are proclaiming they are in a happy mood

The gnarled darkness is collapsing in the war waged by the sky

Stars assisted the sky by acting as spies

I am a silent witness to the magic unfolding around

Weaving words on a poetic ground