My Poem Poem by shona sengupta

I write not to please another, not for pity; that the thought may die,
I write not for your pleasure or praise in hope of greatness
I write not for the critique of a thousand eyes
Not that words may show my skill in arrangement
Or reflect my dreams and aspirations
Or to unveil memory that lies hidden, in the folds of my life.
It was not worded that it may bullet time,
That it may fill emptiness and lessen my share
To express what was within and what I was without
Was not how I meant it fared
Not that I may celebrate; the few moments of exhilaration
And as the happy times pass, sigh upon fleeting life
Past much deliberation
Not that I rejoice in God's creation, and recount every shade of every flower
Not to waste my words on philosophy,
As comment on every passing hour
Mistake me not for criticizing the essence of what was long coined
I merely hope to reveal the true purpose of mine
The intent of my words, is to play a role
Dressed in character of little but what is truly felt
So they might enact my script,
Of the few that I can mend
And debate not on the unknown, but what you and I see at present
Not on the purpose of life and death
And not on the different aspects we resent
But what they'd speak of is the difference we can make, you and I,
Of the lives we can change by and by
Not to rid our conscience of guilt, of having enjoyed luxuries,
To some so easily denied
But to reach out with love and gift with pleasure
Not with talk and concave thoughts
But with actions which mean much more
Let my words change your mind
And let's together change the world
Not the past, not the future,
But right now, this moment, the present.