My Muse

Look!

My Muse,

I created you,

Before you were born!

I drew the curves

Of your character too,

Flawless, from all angles;

My Muse!

Sometime later,  

Innocently,

You appeared, rang in;

Mesmerized,

Enamoured,

Seemed a perfect match!

As the game began,

The carom men moved

At the striker’s call;

Eyed the queen,

Hitting hard…

Holes emerged, from here and there.

I am guilty,

You a posthumous gift,

I struggled to fill the gaps,

My Muse!

See!

What I painted,

Was best for virtual dens

I’d know

As picture, that wasn’t.

Here,

You stumble with cells and claws

My Muse, with flaws,

Imperfect, pleasant!