I am pregnant with a pink petite Poem
pulsating in my mind’s womb.
After months of creepy cramps,
countless kicks and
sharp labour pangs of painful paternity
Now the time has come to deliver …
My outstanding offspring!
Should I welcome you?
into this world of atrocities and hatred,
where love is just a four-lettered foul word,
emotions have distorted into frenzied outbursts,
and sweet dreams have turned into creepy nightmares …
I’m not a heartless poet to choke you
to an instant painless death!
No, I can’t strangle my potent poethood
to a genderless abortion…
Soon, you will be pushed out of my bulging belly,
while sweat gathers on my tense brow and
my wet upper lip gleams like a silvery moustache
and you will be born…
your tender pink foot-soles will be slapped,
till your first new born cry echoes in my excited ears!
Oh my precious prized poetry,
Cling to my milk-less hairy breast and
suckle the nectar of love
from the fountain of my fatherly affection,
while I sing a loving lullaby for you!
Though, our unique bond of umbilical cord is severed,
your advent renders a new connotation
to my forlorn lonely life.
So come on, Let’s celebrate!
the birth of my poem…
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Cheers,
Dan