Plants are green ,the sky is blue
Our brain is a cell ,which we all know .
Science, maths and history are out of one’s caliber
For who would remember the death of the ruler ?
Every morning the sun grows, every night the moon shines
We breathe ,give and take ,we live and let live too .
Reading books or fairy tales is the children best theory ,
Who could have ever imagined that the little boy would become ‘THE SHAKESPEARE’:
Writing 154 sonnets and so many plays
One gets bonkers listening to the dead prodigy ,
Not only he was the father of tragedy ,
But he was the owner of the romance factory .
Leaves appear the palm of the hand to many
While to Wordsworth of English nature was God’s glory .
I am not telling any lie nor any wrong explanation
its written in his poems the one called daffodils .
Be it Shakespeare or Wordsworth , they had the fountain of words in them
neither they were original ,nor ordinary they were just a piece of simple prodigy .
But i am neither the poets of fall, nor the lover of nature
Neither do i have an experience in tragedy ,nor i have a lover of romance,
Still i wrote this song as it would be called by many ,
For i got no talent but simple the craze for words .
This is my story this is my life,
I am no literate or no bibliophile ,
I am neither Shakespeare nor Wordsworth ,
I am just a life , an ordinary but still i write !