Upon The Desk Of The Great Writer Poem by Savita Tyagi

Neither saint nor a robber
Acting upon Nature given tendencies
Time and again I try to define myself
These complex layers of personality
A mind full of reason and dual voices
A tangled web of emotions and passions
An ever-active force in work from behind
When all else lies dormant
What I do- right or wrong
Gets define by laws of society
What I receive gets define by fate
Countless opportunities
Countless destinies
Each as unique as mine
Write the stories of life
Some are written on big billboards
Some gets thrown in trash
Some where in the book of life
I labor to write my puny words
Consoled with a thought
That I am not the only reader
Submitted upon the desk of The Great Writer
All have their chance to be read
To be rewarded with prudence
Be it a tale of a saint or a robber.