Thoughts and words, 

When they join in a covalent bond, 

A beautiful compound called, 

Poetry is born. 

The nature, rains and experiences,

Act as catalyst

In the experiment with the styles, 

And the mood of the poet. 

The calm and quiet surroundings, 

Mixed with the catalyst, 

In the laboratory called the poet’s mind, 

Aah! The right equation for a lovely result.