Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Why I write

I write
not to be remembered after death
or mentioned by the angels who are missed
I don't write stories, I don't write sins
no creatures, no real men
no light but its glimpse
novels with happy and unhappy ends
novels with every single breath
I writeI don't rhyme
I write for a country when it's down
history cries
for a slave when he gets a crown
for he who brought the light
barely alive
creating home altars for the ordinary divine
face more crowds
fears out loud