I Dream Poetry

Awake or asleep, I dream poetry. What, how and when to write? I think about it day and night. When I sit deep in my thoughts, Searching for the right words, And when I count the syllables, Using the fingers of my hands, People think that I am mad! For meals, if I fail to respond To the calls of my better half, And when I stay awake till midnight, She warns me of wasting my time. Only a poet can understand The labor of a fellow poet. The pain a poet undergoes While writing a poem is… Not less than that of a mother Giving birth to her dear child!