disturbed

While penning the creativity many poets and authors face difficulties. This poem is a sample which shows it.

Under the blue sky

on the roof

of my hose

I sat.

 

listening to the

mixture of

bird sounds

and  a train 

far away.

 

Trying to write

a poem on the

sky and birds and

trees and nature.

 

 

Buzz, came the 

sound from the

electric office

beside.

 

Signaling that the

power is back

which made the

speakers of the

temple go wild.

 

What does it does

oh! nothing

just disturbs me!

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Author's Note

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