Dishevelled Feathers Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

I am ready to write tonight
With great spirit,
But it comes with its dishevelled feathers
And prevents me from writing,
I stop,
After a while I feel
It has disappeared,
So I try to write again,
But again it appears
From the mysterious corner
With its untidy feathers
And hinders me severely,
So I stop again,
This incident happens repeatedly,
Still I don't give up,
I wait and wait patiently and cleverly,
Finally with its tired and exhausted feathers,
It falls asleep at midnight,
Then I clearly listen to the pure and pleasant music from my poetic soul,
That's what I always want
And that's what every poet wants,
Soon I realise
It's my time now to swing with great ease,
I begin to proceed farther and farther
Like a free-flowing river.