Writing a poem is a big pain (poem) by Alisha Prasad, I English

Writing a poem is a big pain

Opening all door of my brain

I sat for hours and hours in rain

All my imaginations began to drain

Writing a poem is a big pain

On completing a poem it was a relief,

My heart like a fluttering leaf,

Gone was the sweat and strain,

And gone was the grief and pain…

Hope it is a cute, though it is brief

That all would enjoy it is my belief…

But alas! The poem has no title

My imagination began to rattle.

It was like frighting a lost battle,

My mind’s grazing all over like

At last a title stuck my brain,

“Writing a poem is a big pain.”

By,

Alisha Prasad

I BA  English