It'd Be Late... Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Our Earth is an experimental space-ship
Launched 990994543276539921987876568723199753
light-years ago from the "Yeepikneaon"
A highly science and technologically developed heavenly body
Made of hyper-physical-matter and hyper-poetic matter
The Researchers of the ‘'Yeepikneaon" in put poetic motion..
Resultant thrown the Earth off the orbit
The 'Yeepikneaonese'' lost the means of communication.

Infectious Poetic bacilli spread over
Since the primordial hyper-contagious disease
Ruling this off-orbit baffled planet over.
The only way of establishing contact with the 'Yeepikneaonese''
composing 990994543276539921987876568723199753 poems

Only a few poems written till date
Only a few poems
Not up to expectations
Everyone should compose minimum 100 poems a day
Otherwise it'd be late
It'd be late...