I sat to write a cheerful lyric
And then tried to spun out of it a song,
But the tune and rhythm somehow didn’t click
Something somewhere had gone wrong.
I tried to refashion it and launch it yet again
In the hope the wind of change shall catch its sails,
But nothing happened, the tide hadn’t changed
To sum up, I‘d in my mission fail.
Saddened I wrote a tearful ditty
And inked it with my tears that flowed,
The song was a hit- I turned into a celebrity
In the darkness I for once like a firefly glowed.
Good writing is a blessing from above; it comes spontaneously. The sense of agency is a peril for good writers. You have articulated this truth well in your poem. Enjoyed it.
Truly, seriousness weakness downfall loss pain gradually move towards a gain.Loved reading the poem.Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dats great and it has also transformed into a beautiful poem. Well written Sir