Alas! It happened all of sudden
A damn, block which locked my heart
It chained my mind and hand as well
And tug me to that dully trench
It abase my self vigour
It delude my self rigor
It chain me in that facile
Spasm of mundane null block
I churn my mind again again
To get released from that fetter
But it grin as if a giant
And pore sardonic to null attempts
I am blocked!
Blocked at heart!
To see those charming dashing colours
I am blind to adore the spring
And deaf am I to hear the sing
I don’t feel stimulated with
Those horrible, haunting highlights
I fear, I had been a numb
Or drought in that sheer wilderness
It is sad to be like that
For a poet with feeble mind
Still.. I await..
Await the shock
To retrieve back
The poet in me
Sandhya
30.07.2009
Special, active, natural, delightful, humurous, yearning, accomplished Poet like you needs only a flash of inspiration to get going. The talent in you canot stay hidden for long. Best wishes, we need your poems flowing with the beautiful scent of the flowers and the colour of the butterflies in the spring.
A poet without inspiration and in depression what words will flow to her/his mind when the heart and mind are numb to agony! .......Well expressed thoughts! ! !
Yes, I can understand the pain, a poet without ispiration. But see the miracle, the block itself inspired you to write. That's a poet, always coming back from ashes well done and go ahead from strength to strength
a dull and passing moment of that sort comes to all...it awaits a shower of imagination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have converted the feeling of numb mind into wonderful free verse.. great..