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From This Book: The Course of My Divine HippocreneSadly puzzled all night that myDivine Hippocrene was drying up,I came out and saw the rapturousSight of a rosy dawn smiling with a‘Good Morning’ face, and then heardA voice: “I’m your Guardian Angel comeTo revive your Divine Spring”.The heavenly rill flowed fast postingPoem after poem in ‘Oriental Poetry’And my ‘Timeline’ of the FacebookOn the moods, memories, and heart-achesSweet of the ‘love-lorn’, the beauty ofThe starry sky, and the world lighted byThe moon and blighted by Nature’s fury.Sick Keats appeared briefly to watch his‘Blushful Hippocrene’ and Shelley recitingFrom his Adonais, ‘The One remains, theMany change and pass’; at last the mythicalOccidental stream, my Divine Hippocrene,Merged in the Oriental sea at the feet of theLord of the universe leaving these poems,Twelve of which are about the great ‘MysteryWrapped in a riddle’, as a humble offering.