When It Rained Poems

It was, it was embarassing 

 when everyone began to write. 

The newspaper boy, the once shy milkmaid, the garrulous fishermen and even the rude librarian.

Even the physician wrote a poem 

below every prescription.

It was coming like a pandemic...

Poems! In every curve and turn a poem. 

Every bitter gourd had a poem cover,

which moths brutally reviewed.

By year end none remained 

who was not a poet. Each produced a good one or two and each got an award or two.

Of all who wrote, and of course none remained who hadn't wrote, the beggar kept writing the best.

Till an earthquake came and sucked all in.