It'd Be Late...

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...