A Poem On Poems

Sometimes, in the midst of my free time,

When children of my age are up to some crime,

I find myself exploring within,

Hoping to be a Literary Djinn!

All through the ages; shown you, that life can be better approached,

As somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known;

Waiting to be poached.

People have looked at the skies, and into the oceans,

To find your divine ties; and

The end upon conflicting notions.

But alas! They have forgotten to look where you are, dear!

No problem, I will say it loud and clear :

Find your soul exhilarating inside your mind,

And pen down what you hear, and

Wah! You have a poem - the finest!

What better can I write,

Than to sing praises of you,

Maybe in one Haiku or two!

So people, slow down, so you grasp the cosmic band

To write magic poetry with your hand.