Me and My Words

I was thinking after returning from duty, will write a lovely poetry. I just want to build a Tajmahal on the chest of paper with the words which were playing hide and seek with me since last few days. The words will flow fine from my divine pen just like a sacred river, A rainbow will be framed in the paradise of my thought with a new form. But What is this? What happened?? Nothing came to me, No words, no warmth ! Hoped, all naugthy words just got mustered at the tip of my pen, Few absconding ones were just making fun around me and enhancing my strain. ===================== N.B : This is translated from an Odia poetry written by Mr Shiba Shankar Das, An eminent writer of Odisha/India.