Something Out Of Nothing-1 Poem by Prem Nizar Hameed

I am at a point where I am not able
To move my pen for any creative works;
I have been pondering at least for a theme
So that I can develop it later in
A suitable frame at a convenient time;
I have an undefined guest in the evening
And in the morning, too, I will have a guest;
They are known as my dear imaginations!
The time will decide and my fate will declare
Whether this one is good or that is bad one;
Whatever they may be, they are my pen's kids! !
By the way, I have composed a few lines now.

(Composed with 11-syllable lines)