No wonder why <br />it is called a beautiful lie. <br />Where the rose is admired and <br />also thorns are praised. <br />Where joys are expressed <br />and even sorrows are phrased <br />and it rains when the clouds cry <br />No wonder why a poem is a beautiful lie. <br /> <br />The moon is no satellite <br />it is a messenger at night <br />what a good listener he makes <br />when he listens to lovers plight <br />until today on him they rely <br />No wonder why a poem is a beautiful lie. <br /> <br />Everest was the tallest, <br />but they have changed it now, <br />nothing stands taller than love. <br />Ocean lost its depths to the heart, <br />vastness does not belong only to the sky, <br />no wonder why a poem is a beautiful lie <br /> <br />These expressions will stay forever, <br />though the poet will one day die, <br />and i wonder why <br />life is not as beautiful as a lie!<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-is-a-lie/
