Aspiring To Become A Poet.

Aspiring to become a poet
 I sit in a place quiet
 take my pen to write
 as I

see the kite
 my mind flys with it high
 I turn to my page with a sigh
 earnestly start to write
 I see the stars in the night
 I am bowled by their beauty
 reminded of my duty
 I come back to my page
 find nothing in range
 I attempt to write
 well, this is the fight
 I face all through
I write nothing it is true..