Poem Poem by Samarendranath Mahapatra

I will compose a poem
If you give me a pen
and a piece of paper,
it is not like that.

I know how painful it is
to find a word.
So many sleepless nights
days, months and years have passed
but I couldn'tframe
a single line
with a passionate mind.

All the pleasant feelings
will flow through nerve and vein,
it is not like that.

Agonies, distress and dismay
of years together are pressed
in my heart and turned igneous,
Who is realising?

It is very easy
to speak than ink
by blood and tears.
For impulse of nerve and mind's emotion
Your ignition is insufficient.

I will write a poem
after rendering me a pen and ink
it is not accurate.