Moinak Dutta writes

The muse eternal

Had I not been so induced

Love, by your blessed words

You wouldn't have been my muse

And I wouldn't have composed verse,

Where would then all my words go

For whom would I then write

Where would then my dreams I sow

How would I then feel the starry night?

Had you been not that one with rhyme

How could I have that epiphany found

And felt in every inch of heart the sublime

And by that in poems got more so bound?

Had You been not the One with providence

Where could I have found my poetic sense?