why i write ..- poem

To answer this question

Why I write or

What writing means to me

You don’t ask flowers

Why they spread fragrance

Knowing one day they will wither

That’s what we poets are doing

We are just leaving our own dust

On these pages

Let them linger till they can

Heart has been corroded

And it’s the ash which

I keep scattering or maybe

Now I know how

Precious my own life is

Let me share its gleam

Let me write poetry ,..