A Good Writer

I must stop dreaming In no way it is helping It gets me nowhere I must start from somewhere My friends used to laugh They will cut a joke and loudly cough They were showing pure indignation My existence itself was in question I expressed my wish to a poet They bore sturdy silence and remained quiet They were not happy even to greet I was ashamed to look at them to meet What had happened to me at late age? Was it not appropriate place or stage? What was wrong to bring ideas out of cage? I was sure of it and able to manage I did think of a lovely woman She must be longing for man I concentrated on very good plot I fired my first salvo as good shot it did crate good interest with flutter they liked it but tried to murmur It was real set back for their thinking I was going ahead and not sinking it strengthen my belief At later stage it was good relief I stood there as good fighter I was to prove not as bad writer