The Earth

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

Yes, am Earth
The way I was on my birth


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!