Poetic Stagnation

A poet's thoughts are like a flowing river, It has its own currents and under currents. As long as the river flows, so does life all around. Once it stops flowing, everything stagnates with it. Sadly, I have stagnated now. Dear Poets, be assured, I read all your poems. Like before, your words leave an indelible impression In my old but tender mind. I sigh, I cry, yet I cannot write. Alas, my river has lost direction. Strips of sandy land are rising up on my bed. No one would ever know why I stopped flowing. Why I hear the the singing birds, but cannot lend my voice! Dhaka 15 June 2014 Copyright Reserved.