Written and not
I write
I write a lot
I write too much
But the untold is a mountain
And written is a sand dune.
I write
I must write
I have to deliver
The deposits of the time,
The travel and the experience.
They are not mine
But yours and others'
Deposited with me and I
Must payback my dues
If not I am a fraud
I am a thief, a Neocon
The so called masters are
With whom I walked,
Talked and fought
Are dying…
My writings are of no use
After their deaths.
I write
I must write
I have to deliver
The deposits of the time,
The travel and the experience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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