A poem starts,
Emotions, glow
The verses grow
Ideas appear,
And feelings flow
From secret sparks
Deep in your heart,
The poem starts
To take its shape,
The poet knows
There's no escape,
The birth is near
Can't be refrained,
Freeing the poem,
The poem free
Just Joy remains.
What a wonderful poem that captures the birth of a poem and the joy and satisfaction that it gives to a Poet So beautifully crafted and conveyed. Each and every line of this poem when read gives that feeling of happiness of having accomplished something and worth remembering. A treasure that you can keep for a lifetime. It may not worth a penny but it is beyond the power of money. On to my Poem List.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, birth of a poem is like that... delivering the poem from incarceration of long incubation. Once delivered what remains is joy. very well said.