Many thoughts— unsaid. A good thinker, and listener, they said. But never a good talker, I try to amend. A colorful imagination, Yet a twisted tongue steals its colour. It was never an intention, Yet misunderstandings occur. Organize thoughts— shambles. When I try to speak my mind, In a conversation, I was never able. A mind of a poet, whose stories left untold. For his words get lost, losing trail of the right road.