I am trying to write a poem,
that I could not write so far.
No light of victory, no forgiveness.
For a moment I have forgotten
that I was trying to write.
I know I am responsible
for not able to write a poem.
It is the result of my past evil-deeds.
Blame me, if you so like.
I am taking my life and also
the life of others a joke.
Am I discarded by love and by truth?
Am I not the product of nectar?
As I am not able to write a poem here!