I took out my pen,

and a piece of paper.

How I used them then,

was so eternal!

I connected terms,

to express beauty.

The tranquil muse swirled,

tingling my body!

Everything was okay,

But the mild water,

had its glamour,

and my soul got attracted,

to its allure!

I dived in the cyan pool,

My curls rhymed with its waves,

My body rippled with its charm!

I was not willing to return,

as it was no less than heaven.

But as it was seven,

I could only sojourn.