Blank Poem

Sitting at my desk,
Cluttered with piles of papers,
And half-read books,
I keep my pen poised,
And scribble thoughtfully,
Down a blank half-sheet.

I write about a dream,
A blank dream,
A dream that won`t come true,
A dream that`s certain,
To disappoint me.

But these lines I keep penning,
With a hope,
A blank hope,
For, I still wait for the unchangeable,
To change,
And the impossible to happen!