I cast about my pensive mind…
for something to compose a poem on;
but not a single topic did I find…
Not one bright idea agreed to dawn!

I’m supposed to be studying right now
Instead of whiling away time…
But I’ve studied over and over again… and how!
So I’ve every right to think of a rhyme.

So I chewed the end of my pen…
Unhygienic and repulsive though it is.
Sure I’d think of something and then,
I’d write paeans to it with elan and fizz.

Every topic seemed to be too mundane,
So boring, done-to-death and cliched,
My interest began to gradually wane,
and my enthusiasm slowly fade…

How I hate writer’s block!!!
If only it would cease to exist…
Or may be I need a key to my mind’s lock,
To clear away the cobwebs and mist.

Butterflies maybe? No, too childish…
Futility of war? No, too high-brow for me…
Pollution causing death of animals and fish?
Hmm what about Love and Honesty?

May be I should pick on human passion,
Hatred, jealousy and anger, all causing crime…
But those are so out of fashion
and I don’t want to read like a mime.

Dear me! My poem is complete, I realize…
20 minutes it took of free-doodling imagination.
My poems finally complete under this guise…
Though ideally I should get back to Triple Integration!