Asif Andalib

(27 November 1967 / Moez Monzil, Komlapur, Faridpur, Bangladesh)

Why I Write?


I write poems for myself and I write for the readers
I write for the masses and I write for the leaders
I write to imprint my thoughts in people's mind
I write to make the bad guys helpful and kind
I write to light up our path to Great God
I write for everyone home and abroad
I write to preserve values new and old
I write to make my ink precious like gold
I write for peace and I write for progress
I write to make the world a better place
All major issues I want to address
I write to see smile on God's face

Submitted: Thursday, October 18, 2012
Edited: Thursday, October 18, 2012

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  • Aung Si (10/19/2012 12:05:00 AM)

    Absolutely right! We compose poems whatever our felling is.Poem is so wide from the smallest thing, brane to the largest thing, multiverse.Well done! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (10/18/2012 2:15:00 PM)

    Poets are born not made
    you write because you breathe
    you write because your heart beats
    you write because you have a soul
    in poems your spirit lives (Report) Reply

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