So why do I write
First answer instantly comes
For a simple desire to express my self.
Of course I would love to influence others
But by now I have come to know
My power to influence others
Is as good as a frog croaking in the well
To site it as another reason is quite futile
Between the two I would choose the first.
But what about pleasure
Isn't it all the activities are about
Even God created the world for his pleasure
He was lonely and needed some company
This is not mine but the thought of ancients
That appeals to me to think of it as a valid reason.
Today the treadmill of life
Rather emotive and intense
Substitutes passion for pleasure
To do something with and for passion
Is the noblest goal for any season.
In youth passions run even higher
Wheels of vigor and vitality
Often transform it into obsession
Like Ego it is centered and complete in itself
All else is there for its fulfillment.
The flicker of dreamy eyes
Not any more in my sight
Some concession can still be made
For its irresistible gaze.
Even in old and fragile
When life goes at a snail's pace
Beguile of strength and agility
It's a reason of dormant category
Like ember seething under gray ash
Or water running under shallow tributary.
I could scramble for few more lines
To scrap all that in my head resides
Wiping and creating rhymes of power
Utilizing the empty stretched out hour
But just because I know how to write
Is it a good enough reason to write?
Savita Tyagi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-do-i-write-12/
