Written by: Sashank Karmacharya - 20123, Grade XII
Posted on: 17 October, 2019
It’s 11:
I sit down to write a poem.
Ideas in my mind wriggle;
Yes, there has to be some.
Did I overestimate myself?
I can’t think of any words.
Who would have known that writing
Would be so difficult?
It is making my brain brawl.
Hell, this wasn’t supposed
To be that hard!
Now I need something to rhyme with it:
How about the guard?
Is it the writer’s block
Or am I just a fraud
Making excuses,
for this is so much harder than I thought?
How about a girl?
Or my dog?
Sure, love would be a great idea
To write about.
Alright, I’ll just finish the poem
Tomorrow morn.
