All Time Poet

He knows nothing, He feels nothing, Still there's something! He's a player of Bing. The five cards ping, When they embrace each other, And kiss the lover, When He wins the game, And do you know His fame? He is an all time winner, He is an all-time lover. And after every win, He wipes out a sin, Another piece of land, He makes gorgeous and grand, Snatched from the hell. The burning well, Then cries and says, These ugly clays, Will make me empty, How unfair and dirty! How strong are the cards! How can I face the wizards! I know on the day, The fire will be clay, A garden of flowers, With the clouds of showers, Will turn me green, His cards are unseen. He then smiles, and I hear His song, Like a ball of Ping-Pong, Beauty throws me to love, Love flies like a dove, I then touch the skies, And regret the denies, I see a poem written on sky, Five cards so high! And do you know these cards, Their magic and wizards, It's love and beauty, It's peace, my duty, It's coexistence and tolerance, I come back with a fragrance, I then perform my duty, Write a poem with some beauty.