You force me every time,
Is it not a crime?
Bargaining thoughts to rhyme,
And, branding the poem to be sublime.
The funniest of all the fun,
We all are heading some run,
Blindly following some Sun,
Announcing “I had all the fun”,
Eagerly waiting to hear “Well done”
We are dragged to fight some war,
Are convinced to help as far,
We bleed and get some scar;
Satisfied and proud,
We boast, blabber and declare ourselves a star.
The formula I was told
To succeed, being young or old,
Was to rhyme, rhyme and rhyme,
Each and every time.