Why I Write? Poem by Vishal Sharma

I write to bleed words
Mighter than the mighty swords
Those passion filled papers carved out
Nothing gonna change them though
you shout.
My passion measures my mental
sickness
Little I know myself being God blessed
My veins run thus make my pen goes
flowing
Words after words are thus coming and
going.
No matter my breath stops and I deny
living
But, my pieces of masterpiece will be
with human beings
My nature and past gesture is looking
over me
When I make words saltier than the
sea.
I crave for a piece of written ink by my
hand
and my name will be forever, though
on sand
My nerve is shouting and yelling your
name,
Just far far away, from the worldly
name and fame.