A Loser

I ramble 

On the bosom of paper 

And 

Many a time 

I don't know 

About 

The conversion. 

Sometimes, 

I see a poem 

With a defeated smile 

And 

Sometimes I see 

A balderdash 

With a meaningless smile. 

But the pen 

So unruly 

Catches 

A twitch of emotions 

And 

Tries for hara-kiri 

Of frustration. 

How 

Can I demolish its power? 

How 

Can I snatch its right? 

How 

Can I make it a loser like me?