Finally As Poem

It always happens Some of the ideas misses even Not by default But by not strongly built Many ideas cross over mind They must be immediately placed In its place and stored Else it may soon vapor I found many times Same situation sometimes But I may note down title and forget So next day those ideas are brought out It so happens They are not remembered even When you try to recollect With pen in hand and start Remember it was treasure Once missed means gone for ever That piece is lost and not to strike again It will be hidden treasure and may remain It is personal experience Keep no thought for tomorrow by chance It will never occur to find in poem’s form It must be made finally as poem