Today,folks,I present you a poem whose lines consist of only two words.Enjoy!A shark,Though predatorSeeks notTo injure,Its natureA conditionThat cannotBe cured.A lionCan't helpFeasting onPlump deer'Tseeks notTo savourTheir blood,Pain sheer.A stormConsumes notAll inIts wayOut ofPlain desire,As manyThink, 'tmay.A humanInjures notAnother,outOf need.Desire forSorrow ofOthers,visibleIn 'sdeeds*. -The Forgers of Fantasy*His deedsFor more such poems, refer The Forgers of Fantasy