The Muse


The Muse

Who is the Muse that stalks my Mind?
Who is the Muse this poem, propels?
Or does the poem, Muse impel?
Who is the Muse in Meditation
For attention protests?
Answers I seek from my gentle sage.
“Your Muse: hidden desires
From lives long past, as
Fragrances by Natures Winds Driven,
As Unreal Real masquerading the mind.
Muse Let be, but be not attached;
Muse Let go but dwell
On the Real behind,
One that illumines the Mind.”

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Jayaram Haravu

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I am retired Information Professional. I live in Mysore. My last position was as Senior Manager in an International Agricultural Research Centre called ICRISAT near Hyderabad. I have been consultant to Unesco, FAO, IDRC, Canada and to a few centres in India. I published a book of short stories and poems, titled, Eavesdropping. This was published by Partridge, a Penguin company. I am married; we have a son who lives in the US.
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