Writing True

From Eight to Five

Do you enjoy your job?

I love every minute of it.

Like a bee to a nectar,

Like the sun to the sky,

Like a melody to a song,

Like a rhyme to a poem.

I love it to the bone!

God, I so love my job!

Non-Fiction · Writing True

Imagine a World Free of War

. . . where our leaders—

amidst their differences and issues

would sit—face-to-face—and talk out resolutions;

instead of using weaponry and sacrificing lives.

Isn’t effective communication is rudimentary

in this Twenty-First century?

. . . where terrorists

would turn peace activists,

and value lives instead of senseless arguments

without regard for origin,

race,

color,

ideology,

beliefs

and religion;

instead of causing a magnitude of terrors

and real time horrors?

. . . where all nations

would work tirelessly

for the good of their citizens,

and would work with one another

towards strengthening economies,

promoting education and healthy wellbeing;

and to fight crimes and gun violence. . .

What’s the used of having United Nations?

. . . where every child is safe,

sheltered,

nourished,

in school,

and living with family. . .

It’s terrifying

that in all corners of the world,

there are kids dying—

not just from famine and diseases—

but as poor casualties of wars,

being used as human shields.

Imagine a world where peace

is our evergreen reality

and everyone is enjoying

freedom and liberty.

Imagine.