…. and a Poem is born

             World Poetry Day

Someone invisible is omnipresent
Someone wakes you, keeps asleep
Someone in flashback is back
Someone is there in backdrop
Someone leaves scars so deep
Someone mum, and never speaks
Someone uses the eyes to speak
Silence turns noisy and unbearable
Someone forces you to deliver
The words scattered here and there
You gather them together, make alive
The words enter your womb                   And so inside the poetry takes shape   And one day a poem is delivered                 Thus a poem is born, poem is born

(Someone here is the hurdles and the sorrows in life. Sometimes these are of extreme nature. And so they turn positive in a way.The bad period torn us but it gives a learning.)