Ink dried up
So did the ideas.
Tired body
Breed tired brain
The efforts to concentrate,
Go down the drain.
You wonder whatever is
The matter with you
Hoping to get better in a
Moment or two
Your efforts must not go down
On your ability, don’t frown
Just, have a break
As that’s what you need
Go for a long walk
Fresh air you breathe
Creativity returns
And, you are back to your own creed.
