Writers’ Block Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

When a writer is in block
His talent, to him, mock.
No place to write, out of rock,
With rocks are out, some oils are blocked.
What to write,
Hopes in fright.
And a cure, in the mockings, shall bright.
I will read-
Read is must.
Read will uncast,
The mental disease.
Care in write,
A way of life.
Write and life, counts up me, first
In last, all, total lost.
So this writers’ block
In head is a sock.
Destroying the veins,
Cease to write, the mains.
Tease from fame,
All hopes, as a game, over
But writ not, never-
Write I shall,
O nothing fear.
Write, writer-right from hell,
This I hear
This I bear,
My gear.
So I shall think
Thoroughly think,
Thoroughly read,
Thoroughly write,
Away from walls,
Forever light calls.
Write I shall
In a clash of all words.