Creativity? Creativity!
Why don't you strike me?
I am sitting at a table
Staring a blank paper.
I incite
And try to write.
I strive to design
Words and lines.
I open my mouth to yawn
I am getting bored.
I start to feel sleepy
My eyes turn dreamy.
So I sit to study
Physical geography.
Suddenly,
You approach me.
I write this poetry
In my school diary.
I end up writing
Instead of studying.
Creativity! Creativity!
Why do you strike me?
When I study
It's not funny.
Couldn't you come early?
When I was ready?
Creativity? Creativity!
You always become my priority!
Brilliant outing in this poem. Indeed, inspiration must come in time (inspiration, creativity?) A fascinating read, bit thought-provoking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Despite writer's block but you write anyway. Amazing outing!