The page before me
is blank and white
relentlessly so
It taunts me,
laughing at me
defying me
Daring me to
mar it with words,
black and busy
There is so much one can do
with a single sheet
of paper
A story,
a portrait,
a song
But inspiration is bashful,
hiding shyly behind
the blank notepad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem. Your idea is good. Few of us recognize the inspiration that goads us to write the poems, songs or whatever or draw the portraits that we do. The inspiration bashfully stays 'behind the blank notepad'. For a poet of your age, it is indeed philosophical. Well done!