Williamsji Maveli Writes....

A Poet's Birth Pains

To craft a sonnet, fourteen lines of art,
A poet's soul must undergo a birth.
Like a mother's pain, a labor of the heart,
Conception, gestation, a painful girth.

A theme must be conceived, nurtured, grown,
Like a baby in a womb, a precious seed.
Months pass, the poem's form begins to show,
As words take shape, a poet's guiding creed.

The final push, the poem's grand debut,
A masterpiece, a gift from the divine.
Like Shiva and Parvati, united, true,
The poet's soul and words intertwine.

So let the pain ignite your passion's fire,
For in the birth of verse, your dreams aspire.