To My Muse

To My Muse As the rays of the sun at morn Illuminates the new-born day, So the sparks of your shining smiles Dispel the darkness in my way Instil some savour of living In a soul pining with deep pains, With the body battered by storms And the bones aching with strains. A fair angel with snow-white wings Dispatched by the grace of the Lord In the quietude of the night A strand of comfort to afford, Whisper in my vigilant ears, Inspire in the quill of my pen Melodious words to carve verses As tribute to the Lord and men. The sight of your angelic self Alleviates the wrath of my pains, Sends my spirits soaring up high, Elevates the pitch of my brain And sets my poetic veins aflame; When the heart and the soul do yearn To scan the poetic ocean Can body and mind not listen! O Muse, grace with wispy wings And fan the ambers of my flame That I may reach the graceful sky And steadily inscribe my name On the bright scrolls of poetry That generations that do wish, From verses stockpiled on the web May just for their pleasure relish. O darling Muse, whom I cherish, Ditch me not in mid of the way That I sink in the stream of shame, Ditch me not when clouds veil the day; You are my sole and only muse Until I do heave my last breath, Until I can feel the sunshine, Until my frame will rest on earth.