The night was grim for me,
In spite of my constant efforts,
I could not write,
Though there was no dearth of beauty in front of my eyes,
The surrounding was also calm and quiet,
My beautiful vase was glittering with wonderful rose
Sweet fragrance and sparkling beauty of the flower was inspiring me to write,
But I miserably failed again and again to write poetry on my dearest paper.
Being angry and frustrated, I tore the paper to pieces
And threw it in the dustbin.
Then I remained silent in my agonizing and tired mind,
Thursday, August 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: creativity