Autobiography of Madam Poetry She speaks in the caption.. #poetry #autobiography #musings I wish I knew when and how I was born or rather in which womb of imagination. Well, I keep taking birth in so many wombs that I've almost lost track of my mothers/fatherly mothers. They birth me with so much love, that all I can do is carry them in me long after they are gone. I, who was once in their womb, continue carrying them lovingly in mine for eternity. The world calls me poetry but I am known by the nickname that my mom or my creator, adoringly assigns me. I come in various sizes and may take different shapes too, like maybe the shape of a free verse, a haiku, a sonnet or whatever my creator chooses. I even evoke, invoke shades of jealousy, envy, etc. in those who are unable to birth me. Some fools keep desperately trying but abort me just after I am conceived. Some unfortunates are unable to conceive, give birth to me, whilst some try to take expert or external help to fortunately kiss parenthood. If you ask me, I wish to be born naturally, notwithstanding the pain of birthing that my creator must undergo, for pain rarely fails to birth beauty.
