When Poetry is Born

Poetry is born in the dead of night

It is born when the sun is high.

Poetry takes birth when sorrow clings on to you,

When elation takes your side.

Poetry is a love child,

A token of exchanges unbridled


It is what is left behind when love is gone


Poetry is born of moaning and wanting more

It is a leftover feeling after day’s rigmarole.

Poetry is born of smoky mountains and pensive evenings

It is made of what shall be and what has been!


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