Struggling hard to write a poem,
But nothing flowing through my mind,
A pen and a paper grasped in my hands,
But all the ideas seemed to have been banned,
With a heavy sigh,
I decide to reconcile to my fate,
Oh but wait!
A thousand ideas suddenly start flowing,
All scattered but glowing,
In my mind,
Now like a jigsaw puzzle,
I have to align,
All the ideas,
To touch several beautiful hearts and their minds.