forced by desire to write
one night I took a pen and paper under light
I dreamed, imagined and not what I did
Still could not make the pen and paper meet
I looked inside as well as outside
But failed to find a subject to describe
The wind blew and moon appeared
But they did not made my mind delight
I thought and thought and fought a lot
And slowly my will began to broke..
At the end, I forced my desire to die..
With a smile, of course of failure and shy! !
Yes, it's a compulsive force, a pleasant compulsion...this desire to join pen with paper, the poem speaks aloud about the unrest one feels when the urge to write is strong, and when all attempts to seek for the right inspiration get unsuccessful: I looked inside as well as outside But failed to find a subject to describe The wind blew and moon appeared But they did not made my mind delight... this poem is written about writing a poem, in almost the same vein of The Thought-Fox BY Ted Hughes...
Its a very nice poem but the rhyme scheme if there is one is off
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful write. so far i think poetry is a gift gifted by God directly. sometime i get so many flow at a time and sometime i have to count the time. so leave on the Almighty. keep it up