Among the stars and planets earth looks like a poem
With a lovely grace and a sexy glace.
Earth was a new found land where a viceroy was sent.
He exploited the resources of the virgin land
And made her pregnant of so many civilizations.
We, being her children call her our motherland.
Communicating voices were developed in languages.
He loved to talk in the rhyming rejoice,
He cried being separated from her beloved
And called her in a sweet and rhyming voice.
He found that flow of the rhyming lines
Makes it a lyric, he doesn’t speak rather he sings.
And when he found back his missing beloved
He realized poetry has the mighty wings.
Poetry is a musical love for attracting and calling a mate,
It tells how a lover is restless in the loneliness
A poem is a poem only if we can sing and convey
The beats of a heart in the pains of restlessness.