Poetry Is A Mother Of All Conversations.

Every human is,

A poet,

The day,

He or she is born,

His or her mother,

Addresses him or her,

By her lullaby,

It's rhythmic,

With imaginable notes,

Sometimes high,

Sometimes low,

And his or her class of,

Poetry begins.

Now it depends on,

Him or her,

How to cultivate,

If he or she,

Improves his or her vocabulary,

And skills.

The time may come,

He or she starts converting,

His or her childhood memories,

Into words,

That's how a human,

Writes his or her,

First poem,

And lays the foundation,

To be a,

Future poet or poetess.

This day,

Reminds him or her,

How the poetry,

Come into, 

His or her life.