USME

There’s no such word.
Spell it correctly,
and it becomes ‘Muse’.
Err but only the spelling.

The dried ink pot waits for its better half.
Rain-washed away the marks
of its presence too.

Love is in the act.
Not in any youngish tale weaved
by expectations.

Its absence weakens abstinence.
But then, when did absence of light
meant darkness?

 

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