I Wanna Write,
But Don’t Have A Topic.
Its Like Roaming At Equator,
When Bound For The Tropic.
I’m Trying,
With All My Determination.
But Can’t Write,
As I Have Lost,
My Very Inspiration.
In My Thoughts M,
Palely Loitering.
But I Don’t Know Y,
The Birds Don’t Sing.
I Have Lost,
The Most Beautiful Relation.
Will Love If All Cud,
Give Me Some Suggestion.