With the pen and the paper

The pen and the paper are in the front

It is the ideas that I hunt.

When I sit to write,

No ideas seem so bright.

Longing for interesting thoughts,

Fades into the distraction of the lot.

In the library where I sit,

It is a place where ideas don’t knit.

I stare so hard till I penetrate their head

And yet nothing much can be led.

I sit aloof and nothing is learnt

When the pen and the paper are in the front.