Beginning of a poem emerges
From within: an inner faculty
Builds it with wriggling words:
It is lightning at night, and
Once it passes, there is greater darkness.
Foetus eaten up, leaving pain.
Not written down it is lost for ever.
Kept a pen and paper in the car for this.
D T Joseph
25.01.08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem