Pen and paper his cheerful giver
He scribble the new world of his mind
When he sleeps poetry lenders his dream
Loudly he snores poetry
In the morning
Poetry breaks his prior fasting
At lunch poetry his appertiser
When he tooakes a walk in the evening
Each and every step he sees sounds poetic to him
So alliteration , smiles and metaphors engulf his brain
Soliloquy speeches he speaks to himself in poetry
After his death please bury him in poetry
That his paradise too maybe may shine poetry