Out from a depressed thought,
Life has uttered much through my pen.
Since the vision and dream
Ink has flowed tirelessly to save.
A possessed mind easy at rest,
Only when writing.
I jerk out from the dream,
Hit down my pen on the hard floor,
(‘Leave me alone!’)
It loses tip.
My pen is broken.
My heart is shaken.
My power is shelved (caged)
For a moment I think
Will I ever write again?
Before I extinguish this thought
I have another power to write.
(I wrote this)
22nd November, 2006
