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