No More a Moment Without a Poem

Lost many ideas into air And broke many themes in the way of forgetfulness In the name of lifting my standard of writing In a pattern or in a schemes In meter and in rhymes In a particular flow or in a particular rhythm So vanishes many a poem in the choosing process When I went to select the ideas biggest When I was told not to write Everything What gyrating or churning in my peculiar mind What the heck the advice gives me nothing but naught I dried up like a lake which was once oozing like a hive No more I wish to deprive the world From whatever I loss or gain The pain I suffer, the grievances I have Or go through the mood of sadness Disregarding another advice Poems should not have any personal remorse.