POEM
Universe is in my palm.
It is nothing unknown.
It is immense in structure.
But study to it makes it small.
Universe has wet background.
It has large thinking.
It is highly productive.
It is wonderful and small to think.
It is productive too.
It is amazing source of life.
It is huge and unlimited.
But I think it is small art of my mind.
It is with varieties in itself.
But it is not variety for me.
I think myself the boss of knowledge.
I am the Head of universe.
My art quests the living phenomenon.
My mind seeks the mystery of search.
My light is fetching universe.
My hand is writing about its mystery.
It is small to view.
I stretched it with my wisdom.
So l am the Head of my dearest universe.
