Writer's block

Ada cha die khethe pari na...
Ami to cha/coffee khai na.

I've been wanting to write a poem for ages now. Summer is almost over and I still haven't been able to write anything. That's pretty pathetic. I wrote one or two things here and there, but they were so meaningless I had to toss them out.
You would think that all those various options on AP would give some sort of inspiration, but none of them really mean anything to me. Ar AP-te shobai freestyle chai. ami freestyle/rhyme-less poetry ekdom pari na. Whenever I try, they sound really bad.

I GOT MY VOICE BACK!!! YAY!!

There was a time when I was in 5th or 6th grade...ammu cut her finger pretty badly. Blood kept gushing out and wouldn't stop. She held a cup to her hand with some ice in it and I watched her throw out a couple cups full of blood. It was horrifying. A nana/bhaiya living with us at the time went outside to the garden and collected some leaves from the marigold flowers out there. He crushed up the leaves with some sugar and applied it to my mom's finger. Behold, the bleeding stopped! Things like this really amaze me.

When considering my looks and interests, I think I may have been born into the wrong era. I should have been born a couple centuries ago when being 'healthy' was a characteristic of the dignified and interests in royalty and magic was normal.

Must write something soon...........