My Muse

    

My muse is in love with god

she offers truth, beauty, rhythm

her ethereal prayers echo

in the darkening void of my heart.

I played with the waves and clouds

prayed for the gas cylinder to be cheap

spread the sheets on the cold beds

brought groceries from daily market

drank coffee at past midnight.

One day my muse woke me up

threw songs and letters at random

I spent the night searching for them

but in the morn I read on my cheek

love god, love life , love poetry.

I laughed aloud and washed it off

washed it from others' plates

all mundane crumbs into the sink:

but poetry came from the gas stove

lyrics rose like incense in the air

I bowed down to my Muse and lo!

I have completed my worship

celebrating love and beauty

I am here after one full year.

Sabita Sahu