I took to pen
Nothing open
To starving soul
Damn dead tears
Crying out now
Who stole the show?
Dillip, when I leave this mortal coil, my soul will remember that you added this poem to your favourites!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes I too feel like this. The day passes without poetry making me frustrated.
Bharati, a technique that I find helpful on those days is to just make a mental note of something that you may have wanted to write about on that day. Then in your sleep, your dreams will help you write that poetry the next day.