A poet's thoughts are like a flowing river, <br />It has its own currents and under currents. <br />As long as the river flows, so does life all around. <br />Once it stops flowing, everything stagnates with it. <br /> <br />Sadly, I have stagnated now. <br />Dear Poets, be assured, I read all your poems. <br />Like before, your words leave an indelible impression <br />In my old but tender mind. I sigh, I cry, yet I cannot write. <br /> <br />Alas, my river has lost direction. <br />Strips of sandy land are rising up on my bed. <br />No one would ever know why I stopped flowing. <br />Why I hear the the singing birds, but cannot lend my voice! <br /> <br />Dhaka <br />15 June 2014 <br />Copyright Reserved.<br /><br />Khairul Ahsan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetic-stagnation-2/
