
I am somebody’s muse-
He wanted to paint me nude,
I agreed….
All he saw was another man’s,
Impressions on each part of me,
He searched for me in ‘Me’!
He wanted to write a poem –
He wanted an inspiration,
I agreed….
He searched for a hint of me in me,
All he found was another man’s works of art!
He was furious-
He was up against a man, who was crafted all over me,
The visible man and invisible man fought feverishly...
...and,
I took each blow with an excruciating pain-
I succumbed to their love and hate!