I AM MY OWN OBSTRUCTER

After ages, I sat with my pencil and paper,

To scribble something after my supper.

My pencil was not in a mood to sync properly with my hand,

I felt like my artistic skills have lost their command.

My shivering hand suddenly turned numb,

My mind was questioning “Hey Hand!! Are you dumb?”.

Perhaps my apprehension conquered over the artist within me,

I was trying my best to figure out a way to flee.

It seemed very clear that I was my own obstructer,

It was high time for a transformation to be my own constructor.