I Love to Rhyme

I love to rhyme

Sometime

But as time passed by

I became more concerned with work

Work pressure

Like pressure cooker

Took my poetic sense away

Just like an eagle

Taking its prey away

From its ground

High above the sky

To a distant land

In its hand

Full of claws

Tearing with its beak

It rests in some peak

To take the food.

Its raining outside

I am walking in the rain

Pondering for a while

About this earth and beyond

I wonder what lies beyond this universe

I wonder why men go to wars

Man lives for a maximum of 100

Why waste this time fighting and fighting??

Why waste time in frivolous things?

Why do we kill each other?

Why not live happily?