The desk, the chair, The pens, And a whole bunch of white paper, Are lying, in their deserved places. Everytime I enter and encounter them in my room, They stare at me, helplessly, Pointing the most dreaded question at me - The desk, the chair, the pens, And a whole bunch of white paper, Are lying, in their deserved places. Everytime I enter and encounter them in my room, They stare at me, helplessly, Pointing the most dreaded question - "We are waiting, why don't you embrace us and pen down a tale to share?" My hands freeze,
