Sheet's plain white
Inviting to write
Mind thinks otherwise
Blank's fine it says.
Write a letter or two
Turn it into a word
Words look wonderful
Only meaning's lacking.
It's time to edit
Inserting, striking off
With no satisfactory
Compromise being reached.
Filled up sheet
Pressed into a ball
Falls into the dustbin
Nice throw it feels.
Process starts all over
Again on a new blank sheet
Previous thoughts seem
To come in handy this time.
Writing's iterative
More the attempts made
Better it turns out
Finally converging.
These breaks but have a continual impact too and so in pieces innumerable a poet finds his thoughts established and let known. A unique thought plank has made you write like this sir.
A great poem, the ideas we get always come in parts letting us write many poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some time really it is so hard to write. Like words are in prison released one at a time. All tied up so nice in a lovely poem. Thanks.