'An idea may be born from the unused fork on a dinner plate'. A few spoken lines may seem a conversation to some while they may be the source of a poet's song. And who says poetry is always written? It may arise from the lips of a mother and live forever till generations to come, sometimes in the form of a rhyme and at other, words of tradition. If there can be science in poetry, then why can there be not poetry in the laws of science? At the most concentrated ultimate end point of thoughts, everything converges towards Nature, be they the laws of science or the meters of a line. With this little cake in mouth of mind, the Moustached Poet bravely jumped into writing poems when he was in high school.
