In India-Boring

I have nothing to add
To the extreme situation
What began as a rush
Crawled to a halted stagnation
Many years had swept
In the land of frustration
Many tears were wept
Formed a lake of lamentation

I have no more to say
Words became a damnation
What began as full life
Fell down less the explanation
Many lands were crossed
In silent contemplation
Many battles were fought
Still no fruit of manifestation

I have nothing to write
Beyond the current imagination
No new picture is found
In the mind of correction
Take one step, then another
With breaking tension
With the hope that soon
I explode into a creation.