The Writer's Block
Rivers run dry in summer
and the river bed
appears
Where thoughts like rocks
and stones lay
petrified
Shaped by currents over
a number of writing
years
Gather each piece in a
zen-form as a master
tried.
Look around you when
the writer's block
occurs
Find some inspiration
in the thing that
blurs
Our minds are befogged
by our biases and
prejudices
Limiting our minds to
explore ideas, in our one-
sidedness.
The world is a big stage
for the great poet to
explore
There is no reason to whine,
a writer's block is just a
sore
That needs to be healed,
there is no reason to
fail
Write a prose, convert
it into poem, hear the
hail
Do go over your drafts stored
in your celfon's garbage
bin
They, too, are poems that
have been waiting to be
written.
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