Poetry is born, then!

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

When none wants to see you
And you crave to meet them
Clouds thunder, oceans rise
Poem shapes in poet’s mind

When friends are faltering
And foes run to rescue you
Gardens flower, trees bloom
Poem shapes in poet’s mind.

When words steal, views fly
And thoughts begin to hide
Brain breaks, head cracking
Poem shapes in poet’s mind.

When pen, paper are no near
And rhythm fires as by gun
Trace fired poetic bullets
Poem shapes in poet’s mind.

Irregularity and adversity
Are thine friends, O Poetry!