A Piece Of Paper
A piece of paperer is fortunate
For poets a pen is love to write
Light is sprinkled on the world
By cosmic father we know secret.
This world is a piece of paper
In notebook of galaxy and stars
Turning pages we write emotions
In cosmic note-book we do write.
A piece of paper values so white
While we run pen on this we feel
Marvelous art we do in a writing
We know this dazzles with light.
Super father is wise we feel sure
Mind is constantly fabulous we see
Wonderful paper we have got too
Unlimited poems we write to read.