THE GIFT

The gift of genius, a treasure to behold,
Museums of the mind, masterpieces untold,
History holds the clues to beauty's grace,
Three wishes granted, in this sacred space.

Carefully choose from the dreams in store,
One wish for longer hours, time to explore,
My dearest muse, your heart a part of history,
Relics you are, a priceless mystery.

No choices spared, none taken back,
A savant's offering, in gratitude we stack,
Ten times greater than words can declare,
Muse of bewildering kind, you're truly rare.

A truthful goodbye, if it must be,
Would be a tragedy, a century of plea,
For I'd rather burn in the fire's glow,
Than see visions of beauty's light grow low.

Where apples serve a purpose, a life to own,
In the benevolent eyes of those we've known,
Serving the servants, in purpose they thrive,
In this world of wonders, our spirits alive.

Imran Nazeer
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