I have no idea
what to write;
scratch of the head,
a frustrated sigh is all
the inspiration I've got.
Screwed up papers
hold on,
I've got it!
no, it's gone,
another paper added to the pile.
This cannot be
happening to me,
but the evidence is all around;
oh no, I've got writer's block!
So I go to see the doctor
to find out if I have
the disease which
all writers dread.
I tell him my symptoms,
and he frowns;
I'm afraid it's true,
there's no way around it;
I'm sorry to say, but
you've got writer's block.
Oh, the despair!
what can I do?
just wait a minute;
what a fool I've been!
I've found the perfect cure,
I didn't see it before.
I've just wrote a poem
all about writer's block.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Pragya semwal. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.