A poem,
I would like to write
Pen in my hand...
It attempts...
Choking my throat
Unable to recite

A poem seeped  
Down the leaves of
An unknown tree …
In a  ****** forest

In the minus degrees
Of the remote Antarctica
Alone,
Amidst of freezing winds

Well, well, well,
That's enough!
Enough of your lies….
Says my conscience!