Suddenly i get a writers block
And all the feelings begin to flow
Not by inking on a poet’s canvas
By raindrops cast from Iceland snow...
ever dreamed any reader an Iceland in India..no? they can read this poem.Iceland is also a big supermarket of frozen foods in the UK who were below minus signs of shrinkage curve from 1995 until 2001 and started off in 1970.I dunno if they have gone overseas to bail themselves out of the greed recession..your poem is quite enjoyable.Butterflies got drenched.Good.They relay those waters now...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! poets get inspiration suddenly they flow from heart. we don't know where that powerful flow of feelings store but comes gushing out. This poems is inspiring 1001 thoughts... great in depth writing. Keep en-charming and enlighten us!