I DO NOT WRITE
What do you see when you see my lines
A bunch of hopelessness or lamentation?
A show of pride and literary prowess just to buy your applause?
This and that could be your thought.
But I do not write to seek your praise
Neither do I write to seek for shallow commentaries
Fetched from a few lines reading
That reveals feign trials to appease my pen
My imageries aren't for vain commendation
Neither do my pictorial attachments seek your emojis
But I write, to save my thoughts for posterity
I write to spill out my emotions.
At times my pen pills
Not the reality of my own pains or joy
But the plights and pleasures of others
Unknown, untold to them but just as it feels
I write to fight the ills;
The decadence of a decaying world,
I write to wheel you and me back to tracks
I write to reach where my voice cannot reach
I write to speak where my legs cannot stand
I write because my pen is my only weapon for social change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This work is touching. Writers traverse everywhere their works go