Birthing of Poems

Someone asked 

You became a poet reĺ

Probably you had a rich vocabulary?

I thought, how did I become one?

Was it vocabulary?

Do you ask a Mother

How did you birth a child?

Gravid with unexplainable despair

Every breath a uterine contraction 

Womb of words falling short

Poems are perhaps birthed

At intense moments 

Of pain sorrow 

Of simple joys of nature

You feel so deeply so profoundly 

A wave touching your feet

A glimpse of setting sun

A curve of a stranger's smile 

Those fleeting moments

Unexplainable in language 

Yet desired to be told 

To the world I love 

To the hopeless who need 

Poems are swivels 

Poet, I became 

In those tragic moments of life

Struggling to speak

Vocabulary didn't matter

Poems are born!