I don’t know about others, but
As anything puts all efforts
To come into existence; like
A tiny seed tears apart
The hard soil before growing
Same way; like
A mother experiences latitude
Before bearing a child
And the gestural condition of
A Prophet before devine revelation
Like; a volcano turns red, ferocious
And fierce before eruption
As the sea bashes it’s head
Against the shore before a hurricane
The contingency of independence
That creates turmoil and resistance
Before holding it’s final status
The same way I feel
Untill and unless,
I indite my mental milieu
On the paper; which turns
Into a poetry.
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