Sixteen Hours At a Stetch

I am disturbed by something And you say this can’t be a great line of a poem But what can I do, I stop writing poetry At a stretch sixteen hours without a poem Is like a year I am without rain Having food at home and I am going hungry I could not take them as if I have teeth ache Or have pain in stomach and suffering from dysentery Nothing like that friend I was thinking on how to write a poem A poem that would bring peace and abolish war To fetch that I got pain on my back Jam the dead and stiff my neck And soul got tear and wear and mood went bitter No poem like sweet potato came forth And the bitter fruit that I got can’t give you So went without a poem sixteen hours at a stretch.