Why I write poetry?
Is it a mere gesture of spontaneity?
I perhaps resort to poetry
Just to satiate my soul out of alacrity
I only try to communicate with many
In order to convey my reflections to appeal to majority
How helpless I am, unable to write prose
But being disgusted with a camouflaging efforts of many with
verbose
And misguide people with a pernicious proclivity
Shame on them for their nefarious traits to slay ruthlessly
humanity!
I write poems
Just out of fancy, not to aspire fame
But my qualm
Don’t let me sleep in calm
I feel an utmost desire
To raise voice for the people who are in despair
Struggling to combat their drudgery
Finally succumbing to their misery
The devise being crafted by few people form higher echelon
Forcing them to subdue as a helpless moron!
Poetry is my passion
I write poems out of emotion
That only triggers me with motion
Nothing can hinder my rendition
No fear, no fright
I just move on with my might
As I feel it is necessary
To reach out to majority with haste and alacrity
Addressing the injustices inordinately prevailing in the
available milieu
Not bothering whether I may suppressed or censored with camouflaging
hue
I may go on penning with unrestrained gear
My only objective is to lessen the majority’s pain and fear
to unveil
Poems are my only resort to uphold majority’s voices and
sustain!
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