Ideology Debate Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

Poems that have not yet been composed,
The idea is not yet in my mind;
The picture that has not yet been painted,
The design is not yet in my bind;
Work that has not yet been accomplished,
The crowd yet did not move behind.

With the words, rhythm and thought of that poem,
Why are you confronting now?
With the color, brush and name of that oil painting
Why are you in pain now?
With the purpose of that action and the fiber of success
Why evil have cherished the sky of your dawn now?

The miserable courtyard of the inconsistency of mind,
I don't even know the feelings of my next poem,
I haven't even chosen the colours of my painting kind,
I don't even honour purposes of many action of my loin,
I don't even know what's in my heart refined,
Ideology arguments only increase redness of the bosom.