The paper is there,
The pen is there too,
But the famous writer is tired and weary,
He is unwilling to write,
He wants to sleep,
But the enthusiastic reader peeps
With his optimistic eyes,
He knows
The eminent writer will surely forget his tiredness soon
And then he will begin to write a glorious piece
With his rejuvenated spirit,
As that will give the great writer
True peace and serenity.
In 2015, My late Dad told me that Poetry is my trade when I told him I was giving up writing. When I feel like giving up I hear him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How often the pen is will but the brain is weary. Something that affects us all. A good write