My Quest for a Story (Becomes a Poem)


There was a time

When without reason or rhyme

I wanted to write a story

and earn some glory.

I sat down to write,

with anticipation bright.

How little I knew

about finding ideas new!

Alas, right from the word ‘go’,

I was stuck, and how!

I found my mind a blank

all sluggish and dank.

And after many a futile hour

I gave up my endeavour.

But, the desire to write has lingered—

it’s never been hindered.

And I wait for inspiration

without ado or desperation.

While thus pouring out my heart

My paper has filled up, I realise with a start!

Dear me, my struggles have not been in vain:

a poem of sorts is my gain!

I still hope to write a story some day,

Long or short—I cannot yet say.


Note: People, inserted this lily flower (I had photographed several months ago) in the post, though it has nothing to do with the poem. Just wanted to add something beautiful and thought this would do very well!