The Thing About Muses

By Gaurav Parab

A wound is best left alone

By the healers of soul and bone

For when a wound closes

The wound, it loses

Whatever made it one

An empty glass is best left alone

A thrower of light at the unknown

For when filled to the brim

The glass, it loses

Whatever made it one.

A muse is best left alone

Amongst the water and the Sun

An explanation, if the artist chooses

The muse, she loses

Whatever made her one.