It's not any treasure I seek for,
It's not any pleasure I hope for,
It's my insides I call for.
I was staring outside my room's window (a few months back) when these lines came to me. I wasn't even thinking about making a poem, I was just staring outside.
They say that whenever any idea comes to your mind, write it down quickly because ideas choose their masters deliberately. Always thank them for coming to you:)
Did you ever have any idea like this?