Muse
I do not
Know when you
Will visit me.
Why do you torment
My soul?
You are as unpredictable
As the weather and I
Can’t even catch you.
Where will you go?
When will you return?
My heart is burned
In several places
But you leave no traces
Of your comings and goings
And I can’t write anymore
Thanks to your nature.
You have your moody
Spells, nineteen to the dozen,
And I have lost count of
The times I have begged
An invitation,
But you do not care
Even if I dare and wear
My heart on my sleeve.
Please don’t say you will
Meet me at five
And disappear in a style
Which reveals your character.
I have deadlines to meet
So rise from your dreadful sleep
And give me a break
So I can walk to
The yonder lake
And write a poem:
And, just for a change,
Don’t play games:
Even with my artistic flair
I am compelled to ask:
Will you be there?
Or are you lost to art?
Have you found a
New master to tease?
Muse,
Don’t forsake me, please.
BIO:
Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, he is a Consultant and Writer based in India. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors and party with close friends. He is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com at your convenience.
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