I want to write a poem,
I realise its been long,
I am trying to pen down points ..
.. but they are all scattered like dropped coins!
I thought let me shake-awake the poet in me-
So I read some of the best poetry ever:
Wordsworth, Blake, Shakespeare, Kipling.
I have nothing left, they have covered everything!
Nature, Women, Society -
Everything stands covered!
Love and pain; Gain and loss;
Kings and kingdoms; Beauty and lust.
If there were a universal box of ideas,
A repository created when the world formed ...
I regret I am born too late;
There seems nothing left for me and the generations to come!
