Birth Of Poem

Sometimes it comes all at once
Or it comes gradually, steadily,
While walking along alleys
Emerging from shadow to light.

Sometimes it comes in dream
As elusive words, tangled thoughts;
Sometimes it comes when I think and think-
Over a piece of paper for one single word.
The word that will start a journey
To shape a poem out of ashes!

Poem take birth day and night,
It take its place in me now and then;
Even when it is not welcomed it comes
And torment my soul to get it expressed!