Some things makes us wise and Some things makes us bad
Sometimes you just wish, you should have listened to your dad
Sometimes you wonder of the things that you have with you
sometimes you just throw them, and bring yourself all new
Sometimes struck in chaos, when your thought seems to shutdown
Thinking of some shit, sometimes black sometimes brown
Why this fkuk has to happen always with me
Like some tire I roll, where dogs come and they pee
Why is that when I sit down to write some serious stuff
I know It aint that easy but it aint that tough
I have tried it in the morning and I have tried it in the night
But why there has to be some shit in whatever I write
Cant I find some good words, some words you might like
To find them I go to some fine place with my driver and my bike
Many songs I have heard and many songs I have sung
But when I sit and write, I see only cow dung
On a fresh morning, looking for something that could inspire
I end up seeing some fresh shit, some fresh shit on some fire
A wonderful poem--I think you have written for many of us who have same feeling.Very often I feel what I write is trash while others are writing superbly.
lol, kanav you can work so good on such humourous pieces as well! ......loved this one...
A perfect juxtaposition between humour and pain.... i think all who write or paint suffer the doubts terribly and get the collywobbles (love that word lol) but we get them and doubt our worth....i think the best thing to do sometimes is just walk away for a few hours days even weeks and return with a fresh head and often you realise you were just burnt out or comparing too much...tyvm karen
No Kavita is right. This poem is very nice. I loved the rhythm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On a fresh morning, looking for something that could inspire I end up seeing some fresh , some fresh on some fire. Adorable poem! Enchanting read. Superbly worded.5 Stars full