with the desire to write
i am blank at the moment.
No happiness to express
No feelings to suppress.
Anybody who has a knack
and a desire can write.
I am doing no wonders.
When desire is strong
something originates
even from nothing.
Just like a beautiful picture is
drawn on the plane paper.
New ideas come in the
mind that is point blank.
No vagueness, no stray thoughts
its then you make a new beginning,
And create something out of nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Poonam Mehta. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.