Saurav- It's time to write a poem!

When in a sombre nature

Or the antipode- a jolly tenor.

Dealt with below your stature

And positioned to a kingly manor,

The outcoming grief is curbed.

Watching a scene of an orphan disturbed,

Morning time, when nature plays

And discloses its pretty little wings,

When, gravely, a baptist prays

And your chest produces unworldly things,

When you meet a long lost mate

And find that his love has turned into hate,

With happy plans, parents come

But a mischief gives you their horrid scold,

Then, if anger turns you plum

And you stop all talk forcing them to fold

 Death of a love eats you up

Or jingoism cancels daily sups,

And tranquil is the present,

And you have a calm heart throbbing in you,

Then sit under the crescent,

And compose a little poem or two.

You will be read by many

And passing time will provide you plenty.