All in one
Factotum
Requested for a poem
I sit down
With a pad
Holding the pen tight
I look up
Marvelled with the architect
Crystal clear
Of the blue sky
With a blasting frustration
Bursting disgust
I leave my cushion
At the far distances
No trace of any cloud
Or rain
I am blocked
In the way
Of my rushing out
i see a face
totally worn out
out of grace
it is of humanity
tortured by injustice
deceit and hypocrisy
the cloud bursts
the dyke breaks
I am drowned
In emotions and tears
can not compose
even a verse
I am totally confused and lost
among the words
again I am blocked