I Force My Poems

Pallabi Nandy


Pen to paper do not meet,

fatuous words being dragged,

out of a famined, sallow mind.

First thought: NO


My calendar doesn’t match yours,

my calendar doesn’t matter.

Second thought emerges: Reiteration;

old incoherent ideas;

my Sisyphean wheel.


Third thought:

I haven’t written a poem.