I am an aspirant
To be a poet
Thinking hard
All the time
Ideas are conceived
But they behave like the friends of facebook
Very abrupt and disconnected
While I am in the move
They are prominent
When I am on the potty
Or on the bed
I stand up
They started to become faint
When I put down them
Like of any wife
They lost their charm
The idea of the poem is a good idea rather funny cute, so I suggest close your eyes think of what NOT to do next then the flood gates of ideas will flow like the Amazon...cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you very much for the beautiful comment.