Muse

a poem by Tanushree Nair

What is this muse?
Some wants a push
To put that to use
Then is let loose.

Some says it visits
And ere put to use
Suddenly takes exit.
Muse can thus amuse.

I decided on a plan
To cut this flutter;
I tied it in a chain
Of ink, pen and paper.

But muse continued
Its flight, flutter;
Chained I am amused
Were ink, pen, paper.