Writer's Block - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
When the mindless fingers of mine
Suffer from a vacuous fever,
They spill gibberish
Under the mask of poetry.
I see letters dancing on paper,
Some accidentally fall
From the edge of its whiteness.
And I remain silent
Seeing the tragic death of perfection.
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