Mr. paper wrote yesterday,
Won pen award today,
And will want to write tomorrow
For more profit,
Why do I write?
Some write for fame,
So sonorous they go with their preys,
No truth but pretence in their styles,
Correcting the ills of those who
Care not to read their scripts,
Why must we write?
Some write for wealth,
Just to make them claim the world,
Debunking piracy; unpermitted copyrights,
Good works are pirated
Just to bring books closer to people
Who wish to gain knowledge,
Why should we write?
Some write to increase rank,
Good, but most works are routeless-
That a toad cannot read,
They write like untrained teachers,
Who know not literation,
No arrangement, no agreement,
But arraigned contents,
How do we write?
I write to entertain readers who care,
I write to amuse depressed minds,
I write to make me look like a mad man,
I open door for social criticism,
Why then do you write?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem