When It Rained Poems

It was bizarre 

When everyone began to write. 

The newspaper boy announced his poesy first,

The shy milkmaid, shedding shyness 

Posted her poems for status.

The physician penned his,

Beneath every prescription.

The professor was concerned,

The established raised alarm,

It was coming like pandemic.

Poems! In every curve and turn a poem,

Every bitter gourd had a poem for cover

Which moths reviewed, taking time.

Of all the people who wrote that year 

The beggar wrote the best,

Only he cared not to tell 

Having surveyed life

From its close quarters, the street.