Pig-Headed Babies! Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

A poet is a mother who conceives
And delivers his infant poems.
The fertile womb takes and holds
All the blessing of his munificent Muse.

He madly goes pregnant daily;
The embryos mature overnight
And violently kick 'the door' open
And victoriously come into their own.

They may be able or feeble;
They may talk brightly or drably.
They may express only feverish gibberish
But they won`t stand mute in a downcast spell.