I am standing on a mountain so confuse
Where is the inspiration, where is my muse?
Colourless dull and drab are the life's hues
But with a sparkling exception of the blues
Scorn me not, dare try me to schmooze
O worthy warrior will you come to my shoes ?
I am disheartened, dispirited what else to lose
To me valour, value wealth nothing but refuse
God showed both the ways right and a ruse
Who will force me, in a fix, what to choose
Grant me my muse O Muse of the muse
Else My faculties drifting away in one's and two's

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Its about the monotony of life, about the routine boredom and in want of change and novelty.