I was brooding to compose a Poem,
What should be the subject this I was not knowing,
I thought to write some thing on worldly romance,
A poem full with music and fast merry dance,
I also pondered to compose a poem full with tears,
A real tragedy, devoid of cheers,
Then an idea emerged to create supernatural,
But that was dominated by beauty natural,
And the mind directed me to go to Metaphysics,
But I well knew that that would invite many critics,
Then I thought to write on food, bread and butter,
Or about brothels, city slums and gutters,
I also pondered to write on modern generation,
Which is devoid of feelings and brotherly human relations,
Thus, so many ideas and so many question marks,
Bewildered my senses and left me in dark,
I could not write a poem as I thought to write,
As poem is not the daughter of mind,
It is darling of Heart, the bright.