They Are Telling Me

They are telling me Not to write more. They are telling me Just to wait and observe Where is the road And where to go. I listen to them And utter not any word. But I stop not, And I go on writings Again and again. I know writing with time Would make me understand The truth that is within me. I know how to write, I know how to recognize the truth, I know how to stay in goodness, I know how to put signature In the pages of history. I care history, I know History would not care me. For the interest of others, I am here and my pen is Always anxious to write For the truth. I want to give everything In charity and to protect Myself from the enemies. They all know, what I am, They all know my nature And my activities here. They are here with me And I am there for them, They know all and they stay With me for all good. I am grateful to them And ever obliged. For they are with me To encourage me to go forward For the purpose of truth.