And then I found a writer in myself
When my happiness cuddled me
When my sorrow engulfed me
When my heart prayed, words bubbled
Then my pen on paper scribbled
Voila ! Poetry was born.

And then I found a writer in myself
When I heard winds whisper, read earth's verse
When I listened to rivers sing, woods converse
When I dipped in waters of my soul
Then my vocabulary danced on paper
Viola ! Poetry was born.

And then I found a writer in myself
When my tears, laughters discovered a vent
When my imaginations, thoughts found emancipation
When my soul dictated, poured and positioned words
Then I articulated on paper.
Voila ! Poetry was born.

And then I found a writer in myself
When I eavesdropped on my conscience
When I recorded notes from my heartbeats
When I breathed fragrance of spiritual perfume
Then I inhaled emotions and exhaled words
Voila ! Poetry was born.