I Write Because Poem by Neela Nath Das

I love to feel alone
the words which play
with me all day long.
If I hurt anyone
it's merely coincidental.
I pray to god to save
everyone and all.
When I know, I'm not
gifted with good art,
how can with my false ego,
I then ever hurt?
It's midnight here,
and time is melting
like burning wax.
In this pure hour of
innocence and truth,
falsehood never tracks.
Your anger, misconception
may immerse with the
darkness of black night.
Let the flame of friendship
stay intact like the morning light.