No inspiration to write,
experiencing writer’s block,
pen’s nib stuck on a spot
remaining in that state so immobile.
Trying to shake and stir
the muse hidden inside me
and to set some words free
from my mind’s shackles.
All my efforts are going in vain.
I am facing constant dead end.
No new thought did my muse lend
even after taking some pain.
I think of doing something novel
if not in thought, then in style.
Thoughts of wisdom or that of guile
offer no new roads to travel.