Streams of thoughts stay within
Loaded pen waiting to pour on paper thin
The words, the prose and the verse
Standstill, my poetic universe
Crumpled papers and the littered floor
Jammed for the time being, my intellect's door
Deliberate attempts don't help the flow
Worries of depletion in my mind grow
No signs of rain or the rainbow
At times, I am
A hapless poet on poetic plateau
Nikunj Sharma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/plateau-2/
