Pen, Pages N Poems

White, Yellow, Green It Is Not The Pen Or The Pages It Is Not The Dream Or The Desire It Is When You Are Doing 'Something' And You Think About 'One-Thing' It Is When You Are ‘Busy’ And You Create Time ‘Between’ It Is When You Are Still And Your Mind Is Floating It Is When You Are Frozen And The Words Are Flowing It Is When You Are One And One Is Writing This How One Writes..... PS What Makes One To Write?