I Took A Pen I was Satisfied To Write,
I Tried Too Write BUT,
But I Didnt Know What Was On My Mind,
I Thought To Deep And Deep But Still Nothing Pops Up.
The Mind Of The Great Minds,
My Problem is I Like Rhymes,
I Sometimes Sleep Infront Of The Paper Thinking Of Rhymes
And I Cant Continue WritIng Without Them
I Realized Writing A Poem Empty Minded
Is Like Going To A War withOut Weapons.
Even Though Sometimes Im BrainLess
But I Can Be Very Dangerous.
MySelf and I Are Always Thirsty To Grab A Pen And Write
Words Of Masterminds Alike
I May Be Not A Master Of Poetry;
But Im A Master Of My Poetry.
The truth of the last verse (line) of this poem can't be challenged.... keep on writing, that's the best way to strengthen your skills. Cheers!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Huh! Really a good write, a nice topic.What to write also is my problem.But, you are successful enough on this theme.