Had it in mind
to sit and write,
but didn't have subject matter.
Didn't want,
to ramble on and on -
but I sure had an urge!
Pen in hand,
with nothing to write.
What to do?
Such misery
you should know from!
Pity me
as I sit,
and dwell,
in my dilemma.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem