The birth of a piece of poem

The growing crops harvest not by crofter
Having to wait a time to ripe  them
Any birth by woman giving to a child 
Not until comes of  the due time

So on what any poem-writing rely 
Effort-making and /or repeatedly act?
Argh! as  crystallike gems of poetry
Only acquire them formed naturally  by 

So, as a poet, if taken as a career
Or a person's status to be identified 
No poetry exquisite can be crafted 
As long as conditions opposite fact 

Of farmer versus crops, by endless effort 
Of women giving birth, till fetus mature
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