Alkas Poetry Poet Prose Poetry

BIRTH OF A POET

I don't remember exactly,
but I know... in February
wanting to be March...

In the morning the wind blew,
as if announcing the fact,
a strong sun shone
as on a special day...

But it was the serene moon that
smiled the most when the poet
finally arrived from the farthest reaches...
He came from the immensity of the universe
without much fanfare...

He showed no cold,
nor heat... he arrived, he was born...
He didn't shake the whole world,
but it was a great event
in the house at number 510,
in the inland city...

For him, the offspring,
...it was a great day...

A great appreciator,
lover of poetry was born...
for those who know,
life is the greatest poetry...
When a poet is born,
what vibrates the most is life...
That's why when I arrived here,

that day was important!

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