So I Write About

So I write It was not my choice But a promise To be part of And not laugh at What was I capable at? Helping people at gate Serving poor en mass No I had no class I was good at writing With spirit of fighting nature Pen was to be my ultimate weapon I decided to go on My first poem was on miss Even though I had missed At an early stage It is not to be printed on this golden page But as time went on in favor I was to devote on not glamour but only honor For national cause, peace and poverty These were burring problems for humanity So I write And ignite passion In you to stand fast For the cause and steadfastly last