I'm in lack of inspiration
And I search but can not find,
A suitable vocation
For this creation of the mind.
The road ahead is narrow
No spark can glee without a source,
So how can my verse glow
When my inspiration's out of wards.
Even now as I am writing
I write because I'm bored,
My moral's down, but I keep striking
In the honor of the living word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem