they tell you
that you cannot write
but just the same
you write
a voice within you may
say 'you cannot write
a poem' but you do not
listen
everyday you write what
they call as doggerel
but just the same you wake
with a poem in your hand
a poem in your mind
and then you write it
everywhere: walls, sands,
water, clouds, skies,
space,
you write it on waste papers,
you write it against the light
you write it against everyone's
thoughts,
you silence the voice of
unbelief, and by all means
you have become one writer
in your time
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