Words cannot flow smoothly,
There’s a blockage in my line of thought.
Like an old pen without much ink,
My writing is barely legible.

I wish I’m understood
In poetry, sonnets, or even plays.
A modern-day Shakespeare I want to be,
Well-known beyond my lifetime.

I have a deep-seated fear
This vision will forever remain
Just a dream close inside
And never turn into reality.

Have to rack my brains
For the correct expressions
To describe the beauty of Mother Nature
And other things that move me.
 
My command of the English Language
Is unfortunately limited.
The message I’d like to convey
Is, more often than not, distorted.

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