Dead Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

A paper with a pen there
and...you can't
write a story?
Ah... you just sit there
thinking nothing!
A paper and pen,
not enough?
Life...world is full of
many things worth writing
about and you say
can't wright?
Oh, now you say what
so far you wrote was humbug?
You nut...it was popular
offered you fame, name
and-money..and now
you call it humbug?
what's the matter man?
Now I must tell you
the inevitable truth.
If you won't write
then you're finished!
You're like dead.
What you say?
You're not alive?
Damn you!