I am pregnant with a pink petite Poem <br />pulsating in my mind’s womb. <br />After months of creepy cramps, <br />countless kicks and <br />sharp labour pangs of painful paternity <br />Now the time has come to deliver … <br /> <br />My outstanding offspring! <br />Should I welcome you? <br />into this world of atrocities and hatred, <br />where love is just a four-lettered foul word, <br />emotions have distorted into frenzied outbursts, <br />and sweet dreams have turned into creepy nightmares … <br />I’m not a heartless poet to choke you <br />to an instant painless death! <br />No, I can’t strangle my potent poethood <br />to a genderless abortion… <br /> <br />Soon, you will be pushed out of my bulging belly, <br />while sweat gathers on my tense brow and <br />my wet upper lip gleams like a silvery moustache <br />and you will be born… <br />your tender pink foot-soles will be slapped, <br />till your first new born cry echoes in my excited ears! <br /> <br />Oh my precious prized poetry, <br />Cling to my milk-less hairy breast and <br />suckle the nectar of love <br />from the fountain of my fatherly affection, <br />while I sing a loving lullaby for you! <br />Though, our unique bond of umbilical cord is severed, <br />your advent renders a new connotation <br />to my forlorn lonely life. <br />So come on, Let’s celebrate! <br />the birth of my poem… <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright ©2008 Bharat B. Trivedi<br /><br />Bharat Trivedi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birth-of-my-poem/
