Writer's Cramp Poem by Nandhagopal Ramachandiran

I am struck in my train of thoughts
As I depart with my rhythm and pace
In the sky, the lightning strikes out of blue
And then disappears into the dark
The roaring thunder punctuates the silence
And the pouring rain places the full stop
The whistle of the train fades away
And comes to a complete stop
When I (the modern Rip Van Winkle) return from the slumber
My dried eyes and hands grip hold of
The piled emails that each read
‘Your manuscript is rejected! '
By now the summer begins
And the train of thoughts starts to roll again.