The Sixteenth Poem- Magic and Myself

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 ✨ Magic and Myself⋆


I am a grateful being
Born out of Magic dust.
Here I'm writing what I'm realising,
My power, my purpose that came from the stardust.

I used to be an ordinary being from core;
Then I discovered my magic blessed by the divine force.
Now I don't want anything more,
Than to help you discover the abundant share of magic that's yours.

Now come again near me,
And I will give you some of my Magic, raw and pure;
My endless flow of love like the endless sea,
Will embrace you to give you the sweetest cure.

I cannot wait to turn the tables,
To sprinkle my magic wherever I go.
My story will be told in history books, tales, and fables,
About my heartwarming deeds and my beautiful soul.

Maybe I'm an old soul who loves old things;
It's magic, so I am not quite sure.
Or maybe I'm one with a contemporary heart that sings,
Either way, I know I am a pioneer who's pure.

My magic lives inside me,
It is felt as I walk through the doors.
A heart full of goodness bottled up to be given for free,
It is magic, and I am its source.

Life is magic, and magic is life, so cool;
Mine, yours and every human's indeed.
The magic I've described above is mine and yours too,
Buddy, You Are This Magic; safely take my word as the lead.

 - Jaanvi Veluguleti

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  1. Lakshmi akurathi2 October 2021 at 09:08

    Just read this poem and let me tell you the first stanza has my heart. The magic that lies within us is all that matters✨ youu goo girl!!

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    1. Jaanvi Veluguleti2 October 2021 at 10:42

      Just the fact that you savour every word of all my poems has my heart Lakshmi!! Thank you for always being so supportive and kind as you are❤️♥️💖💗

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  2. Anuradha Narala2 October 2021 at 13:25

    Beautiful Jaanvi...Stay blessed dear..

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    1. Jaanvi Veluguleti2 October 2021 at 13:48

      Thank you so much Anuradha aunty!! I am warmed❤️🤗

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