A Poet’s Muse

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– By Sitharaam Jayakumar

Oh! I am smitten by a fair maiden.
I am bewitched by her dark wavy curls,
Her deep big eyes like limpid pool
shining brightly like gems and pearls.

When I look at her from far away,
Her sweet lips parted in a half smile.
When I see her pretty face shining like the full moon,
Love courses through my veins making me swoon.

I dare not tell her she is my fountain of joy,
She is my muse but I am not her fair haired boy.

She walks past me gazing straight ahead,
Oblivious of my presence or my love for her.
No passion in her heart for me, I am afraid.
I am but a part of an illusion for her.

She comes in my dreams like a fairy princess,
A goddess who cometh from the planet Venus.
She drifts past me like a gentle breeze
That touches me and caresses my cheeks.

I dare not tell her she is my fountain of joy,
She is my muse but I am not her fair haired boy.

Oh! How I wish she would pass me a glance
With a hint of love in those beautiful eyes
Acknowledging the devotion I feel for her,
Filling my heart with joie de vivre.

The days when I do not see her even once,
My heart fills with a nameless fear;
It throbs with unbearable angst,
I ask myself, “Is this the last ever I have seen of her?”

I dare not tell her she is my fountain of joy,
She is my muse but I am not her fair haired boy.

Oh! The pangs of unreciprocated love
can completely break a man;
No matter how strong he is or how mighty,
It saps him of his vitality.

One day, she will join along with the man of her dreams,
Leaving me with an ache that would rift my heart.
I hope I have the courage to face that day.
Thank God! For now I can worship her from far away.

I dare not tell her she is my fountain of joy,
She is my muse but I am not her fair haired boy.

About the author-

Someknow it from the very beginning, for others this discovery is no less than an amusing surprise. Sitharaam Jayakumar, IT professional for past 27 years, happened to discover his unpremeditated zeal during a lazy weekend after penning his first ever poem for his darling daughter. It was just the beginning.

Sushmita firmly believes in her motto “Write like no one else will ever read you” and encourages the same to everyone.

Aspiring to create something brilliant and a prominent work of literature in the near future, she prioritises moulding style and emotions into words, at the same time, exalting thoughts and feelings above expressions.

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