Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity.
|Land with ideas
I have a small square land,
Where I sow seeds of ideas with sand.
I wait for raining.
The land when changes to green,
For me it's the most beautiful scene.
For a poet, paper is the only one,
Where he makes the readers awesome.
As different crops have different season of production,
Similarly different thoughts and ideas give a different creation.
But Dissimilar: Crops have fixed time,
Whereas thoughts have no fixed time and line.