I must stop dreaming <br />In no way it is helping <br />It gets me nowhere <br />I must start from somewhere <br /> <br />My friends used to laugh <br />They will cut a joke and loudly cough <br />They were showing pure indignation <br />My existence itself was in question <br /> <br />I expressed my wish to a poet <br />They bore sturdy silence and remained quiet <br />They were not happy even to greet <br />I was ashamed to look at them to meet <br /> <br />What had happened to me at late age? <br />Was it not appropriate place or stage? <br />What was wrong to bring ideas out of cage? <br />I was sure of it and able to manage <br /> <br />I did think of a lovely woman <br />She must be longing for man <br />I concentrated on very good plot <br />I fired my first salvo as good shot <br /> <br />it did crate good interest with flutter <br />they liked it but tried to murmur <br />It was real set back for their thinking <br />I was going ahead and not sinking <br /> <br />it strengthen my belief <br />At later stage it was good relief <br />I stood there as good fighter <br />I was to prove not as bad writer<br /><br />hasmukh amathalal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-good-writer/
