When a muse
Turns me into a muse
Pours poetry into the hollows of spaces
Between the  words unsaid
When my muse
Calls me a muse
Here with the ink dripping neath the eyes
True to said word, turned me into a poem
Not one, not once
Many a times
Dear loving muses
Pen down the words
I am collecting pages
Now where do I store these pieces?