My First Poem
My first poem,
I can proudly say,
Will have a clear-cut Theme,
and a thought to display.
It will regularly rhyme,
from time to time.
Readers beware,
At my poem you'll stare
And with Awe you'll see
the poem written by me.
It will move the earth,
talking about death and birth.
It will overflow with similes,
and baffle my enemies.
Yes indeed my poem you'll read,
and then, "ANOTHER ONE !!" you'll Plead.
But I'm not a real poet,
with you I was Kidding.
Writing this one,
has got my head spinning.
Why Alive, And Not Be Dead?
There are many questions we know,
regarding who, what, when, where and how,
But there always are some common yet unanswerable ones,
to which even great thinkers kneel down and Bow.
One such question,
Out of the top of my head,
is this; Why do we live?
Why not be dead?
A lot of thoughts, a lot of reasons,
But think again, and now your forehead is Creasing.
So many reasons, most of them you'll buy
But you now its faulty, no matter how hard you try.
So WHAT is Life, and why do we survive?
When Misery Exceeds the So called Joy Of life?
Why do we love, when we know it will hurt,
from the time we part and never to return?
Why do we study, to get good jobs,
When we know that taking all odds,
Every single job, be it Army or Clerk,
they all require tension and hard work?
Whats the Catch then? What do we get?
For living this life, which many will regret?
I know my poems have too many question marks,
But I just want to say that life's stranger than the Stars.
