I could not write
Almost a whole day had gone by
Then suddenly the words came
And I write now
Only to write
Once again
My own insignificance in writing
And prove
I need writing more
Then the world of writing needs me
And my writing has as much meaning for me
As a game I play against myself
In which victory is in just the playing.
Enigmatic! 'In which victory is in just the playing' - True. The poem ends so beautifully!
Nice poem, I can so relate to the need write more then writing needs me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If you could not write today, it does not matter. You can write it tomorrow. This poem is very brilliantly and amazingly penned.