Colourful Figment

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My friend wrote a poem. He asked me to share it with you all(the cyber community) so that he gan get an unbiased feedback. The name of the poem is "Colourful Figment". It is as follows. An average boy named Chetan, tries to write a poem, no creative thought is coming to his mind. This is how he feels. I lay still like a carnivore, Waiting for my thoughts of prey, My mind remains blank, And does not elicit even the slightest thought, I try harder but the brick wall refuses to break, Clamping my nerves, and fracturing my brains, I cry "Why the juice of creativity lack within me"; I cry "Why have I been made a fool amongst the Master of Creators"; Then suddenly out of nowhere he gets a creative thought. The thought is simple yet good enough to make him happy. There is a change in his feeling; his feeling are potrayed below. And in a flash of lightining, Rose a phoneix, Fluttering its beautiful wings, It fills me with joy, I see a million colours hovering in the air, Constructing a pattern which is my own, I fall asleep awaking in my dream, In a land, where I am the Master. by Chetan M *Disclaimer- This poem is copyrighted. It has been posted after taking permission from the author of the blog http://arts66.blogspot.com/