My nights seem vexatious
For the pen's now been cursed
The waves don't allure me
I beg from door to door.
The Ink has frozen long ago
Heart beats bear no trace
Somewhere in the wilderness
Muses have found a place.
Prashant Shaurya©
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
My nights seem vexatious
For the pen's now been cursed
The waves don't allure me
I beg from door to door.
The Ink has frozen long ago
Heart beats bear no trace
Somewhere in the wilderness
Muses have found a place.
Prashant Shaurya©
All Rights Reserved
A poem about Writer's Block
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