Colourful Figment

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 feelings are portrayed below.:- And in a flash of lighting, Rose a phoenix, 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