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How a Poem Is Born

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The birth of a poem

In the womb of a longing fantasy

I was lying fast asleep all these days

I sprang up as a new thought from my father

When merged with my mother’s creativity, I was made

All these days they nurtured me with some concise verbals,

Their ideas, feelings, sounds, gestures, signs, and some strong symbols

They even gave me a tune to enrich my beauty

For I being their creation to make a point and make sense of the world

And finally, I was born when my mother was in a state to

No longer bear the pain of her anxiety to see me

Yeah, I am born, and my mother is still in pain

Some are saying, “she is supposed to suffer”!

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