To My Muse

a poem by Abraham Oommen

At times I feel you nearby
Sometimes as you soar high
All time I wish you be with me
But I feel you hasten to flee
Be with me, chat for sometime
Tune for me, a marine rhyme
The sea has never been simple
Kissing the land on its dimple
For ever and ever as I love you
Breeze in the grass as they woo
My thoughts as white as the snow
About my love, that’s all I know
Lo, this is my clandestine affair
That shines ever as a sapphire
You are the muse of my song
Heighten the rapture of throng
Let me adore and sing at thy altar
My granary full that I can barter
With verses as sheaves of grains
Offerings at thy feet as my gains