A Thought, Incomplete! Poem by Darshil Sanghvi

On a piece of some paper, I wrote a new song;
But when I started to sing, its tune somehow went wrong.

I have gathered few words, in the sense which they rhyme;
I wrote those lines, during the span of my prime.

There was no tune, not even rhythme was set,
Yet, I expected, it will be better than perfect.

It didn't spot any story, neither had a good flow;
I tried to make it creative, with my own self although.

For that, what I was unable to complete, I'm still do regret!
The thought which passed by me, I wish one more time I can get.

Thinking about the thought, that I won't be recieving again,
I started with a new one, on a paper, clean and plain.

I don't even know with what new I will begin;
The thought I left incomplete, will forever remain.