It was an agonizing evening,
I was trying again and again
To delineate my thought and emotion in a perfect way,
But I could not successfully create it in my confused brain.
Being sad and dejected I devotedly prayed to my God with closed eyes
To equip me with enough skill and rhythm and guide my fickle mind to proper direction.
I did not know how long I meditated,
As I woke up I found myself anew,
The spontaneous poetic emotions began to flow in my soothing mind,
My heart danced in an ecstasy
And the pain and anguish was over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes when I 'try' to hard, I take a break, even a nap, and upon returning find inspiration has rekindled. Thank you for sharing, Anjandev