A POEM'S BIRTH

Mainak Dhar

A new creation everyday.

Ideas waiting to be born,

harsh womb of the brain,

placenta of dulled neurons.

Labour pains of  your own,

scribbled notes, a crumpled sheet,

unconscious abortions every day,

babies you'll never meet.

Among many still born,

a lucky few see light of day,

named, crafted, and cherished,

living forever in their own special way.