It describes the various ideas running in the mind of the poet when one fine morning he takes out his diary to sit and write. The challenges ahead and the thrilling journey with words.
Millions of thoghts run in my mind
As I take my pen to sit and write
Random thoughts in the wondering mind
Fighting with themselves to dot the line
A sudden blackout
Failing to fly
Saturation of mind
Asking to fill
The gaps in the line
And I do nothing but smile
I keep my pen down to my right
And keep the diary to where it belonged
With a smile on my face to prolong the poem.
The next first try would be the time
When I write
To give justice to the reason why It started the very first time.