Iwant to put my words into a masterpiece
But writing does not give me the fluency
Words I have do not give the adequacy too
So I just scribble nonsense on this piece of paper.

I want to write well but my correct diction in me ceased
My capacity to do such is in consistency
My skills to write well bidded me adieu
That writing well is now just a dream to acquire.

I want to compose a poem forever I can cherish
Sad to note my writing process is in full dormancy
That writing well now is just an aspiration too difficult to come through
That forever I will just be dreaming of chef-d'oeuvre.