A glass of coke on a warm, sunny day.
I sit here in my room,
wondering what to write.
my muse has not returned,
since the last time,
I wrote a heavy piece on poverty.
maybe,
my muse is quite bored
with serious stuff,
just want to take things lightly,
keeping my fingers crossed
that my muse will return to its senses
and inspires me to write an interesting piece.