THE LAZY POET!

The muse kept knocking 
But my lazy soul was wandering
While the words kept pouring
My ink wasn’t flowing  

I was under no pressure to write  
So I daydreamed over an Italian diet 
And when I came to my senses
I had lost all the sentences  

I sat admiring my thumbprint 
While I had a poem to complete 
I racked my brain for the lost words 
But each time, the outcome got worse  

I felt like my brain was on temporal retardation
I felt like I’m responsible for the joy of a nation Yet all I do is a crafty manipulation

Of the words I learnt from basic school dictation  

 

I tried closing the book

But my conscience gave me a look

I felt I offend the Creator

When I decide to continue later 

 

I penned down all the nonsense 

In the end they all made sense 

Proudly, I admire my finished work

For which I wouldn’t even get a peck!