I looked back
And I thought
What a long way
I have come…
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The last two lines describe how a poem is born. A well written poem. You may like to read two of my poems, titled 'Biography Of A Poem' and 'Poetic Stagnation'.
As I hold my breath, I brace myself, for the birth of my new story, long, difficult, and painful A lovely write.
The intensity of the impact that a poem is supposed to make on the reader can be judged by the churning that it has to go through prior to its taking an actual shape. Thanks, Jasbir ji. But Sleep, like a truant child, Teases my eyes, refuses to bring any comfort… My soul writhes in agony and the cauldron of my being shakes violently