Every word put
On a sheet ex-
Presses the state
Of wandering mind.
Thoughts flow
Into paragraphs
Or lines in poems
To delight readers.
A day when pen
Doesn't make its move
Life seems to turn
Into a huge void.
Blank paper invites
One to write on it
Void in mind's thought
Asks to fill it with ideas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite right. A blank paper often is an invitation to a writer to fill it with ideas. When ideas flow into it, we as poets, derive immense satisfaction!