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‘Writer's Block’ –
I suffer from
the most dreaded nightmare!
I am restless and sleepless!
After burning midnight oil -
my mind’s eye stares vacantly
at the blank pages of
my onion-skinned writing pad,
while my fluttering fingers turn frigid
in frenzied fear of writing!
Various versatile words,
gallop so gallantly
on my mind’s lush meadow
but rapidly they retreat
after landing on
the polished papyrus surface!
I stagger and stumble –
over and over again
just to cover the poetic passage
from pen to paper.
Rummaging through
my heart’s closed drapes,
I mourn for my mind’s
momentary menopause!
I dream of that Eureka moment
when this pathetic phenomenon will perish
at the touch of my quivering quill
and I shall once again
churn out cream of verses
and pen piles of poems, perhaps -
to weave my best ever creation yet
from wonderful web of words.
Now, I wait to pour my heart out,
and bare my literary soul,
before the poet in me
dies…
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