My Muse was lost
Somewhere in the hustling life,
Looking for it I went around…
In gardens with salubrious tree
But it wasn’t there to be found.
I looked for it in the shadows of the vales
And came across many delightful tales.
In the gurgle of a brook,
In the recipes of a cook,
In the lofty clouds,
In the fields, where tireless farmer plowed,
In lovers lilting songs,
But that place was also wrong!
‘My Muse… my Muse where are you?’ I cried
It is still there? Or has it died?
As looking for it I wandered.
Filled with grief and sorrow,
I wondered if from someone Muse I could borrow.
For mine was lost like Alice in wonderland,
Slipping from my hands like sand.
With a broken heart, I sat contemplating,
Lo and behold,
Within my heart, my Muse was waiting!