POET'S DILEMMA!

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!