Theme: Poetry

Estranged Muse

For many days
She doesn't come
to me with ease...
Sometimes I try
to make her act
as per my wish 
But she says No.

If as leaves on trees
She comes to me 
I feel enlivened much.
Her arrival raises me 
In the clouds of ground
reality. I realize subtle
Sweetness of language.

I feel elation matchless
I feel fullness of words
Which exudes meaning
Of talking silence.
I feel many things
Which my words fail
To capture aptly.

But I am not the one
To give up on her arrival,
Because I harken hope within
humming a joyous song.


More By  : Prof. Madhav Sarkunde

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