All my rhymes don't rhyme
and all my words are of no meaning
just writing it on a barren paper
and expecting a poem to grow

which have rhymes and deep meaning in it
without knowing the pen is lame and master too

Am lost in my fame and cant return 
and this defeat is swallowing  me 
and now the situation is the ink is finished 
and my hope too and its appearing some kind of dream .