The Earth

Brown is my creation
Blue with major proportion
Green is my revolution

Yes, am Earth
The way I was on my birth

Wrong?

“I am wrong”, said the wrong!

I still cant digest it!

The Modern Poem

10 mins and my class starts. Here is the scribble.

 

All poems need not rhyme,

for writing them is not a crime.

You can pull nothing at all,

Still say, its a deep meaning stall.

All jargon’s it may hold,

Meaning it may never unfold.

 

ok. i will be quick. little more to say!

 

Few things to increase the size,

For i know there is not a prize.

I still give it an interesting name,

making it part of hall of fame

 

okay, gotta go. am running late!

Be on Time!

Be on Time, Because

“Some time later will be soon some time sooner”