Birth
Something moves inside me
as I feel dizzy and restless
with overwhelming emotions
An aching from within
Slowly it attains form
and the pain aggravates
as thorns continue to pierce
A poem is in the making
Soon it gets bloated
feeding on broken dreams
and unborn desires nourishing it
In the cradle of misgivings
Feel I the birth pangs
as mind gets ready to expel
through the canal of fancies
Thus come out my musings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem