The poems are a poet's children.They are the fruits of a sacred bond between his heart and his mind. One night when the contractile pains of his emotion start, the poems are finally born.They are his ****** children, from the blood of his heart. They are not always perfect. Sometimes they have congenital diseases, but it doesn't mean the poet doesn't like them. Some poets want to keep their sick poems. They ask others to help them to cure their poems's deformities and abnormalities, eventhough sometimes no body care about the poet and his poems. Some poets don't accept that a poem belong them, so in the birth certificate of these poems the father's name is Anonymous. Sometimes some poems are never born. These poems are not legitimate and their poet aborts them because of fear. But there isn't any sin worse than killing our own children. A poet who cuts his poem's head is really guilty.