He
said,
Why
do you write?
You
can’t even ignite
An
emotion in yourself
Set
motion to your life
Disperse
the commotion in your head.
Your
notepad; filled with foggy thoughts
Shadowy
figures, lonely nights, cue marks on the side,
Why
do you write?
Why
do you write?
You
can’t describe the painful times
When
sorrows and sufferings you felt for others
With
mumbling words you tried to smother
The
burning desire to set fire on that page
Which
you left incomplete.
Why
do you write?
Words
cannot suffice
The
last memory, of your smiling niece
Saying
"I love you, chacho", tears released,
Those
moments of peace, you cannot capture.
Then
why do you write?
Pondering,
in the silent chambers of my insecurity
Refusing
unstructured forms of poetic immaturity
Stressed
out by obscure syllables
Back
and forth I walk, counting feet
Symbols
hanging on the wall
Scattered
words like an allegory
A
hear a voice
Radical,
refusing to die out
Rebutting
my argument
"Invalid"
She
shouted out
Be
free
Break
the shackles off iambic feet
Ignore,
Grammatical
errors considered crime
Bounding
terrors of rhythm and rhyme
Say,
say, what’s on your mind.
With
time, comes guile and grace, for now,
Write
because the universe conspires
Write
because of your primal desires
Write
because the heart enquires
Write
because your thoughts aspire to become poems one day and be heard
Write
before those thoughts retire
Write
before your voice expires
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