I write; as I’m so gifted!
I write, not to gift it!
I write; as I feel like!
I write, not to impress!
When I think,
I see no printing press!
In my vision,
I see no selling stress!
Even in the wildest of the dreams,
I have no wish to sell in reams!
Neither I wish to bag awards,
Nor I pen for penny rewards!
I cherish and treasure the very verses,
I write not for what fits into the purses!
Call me not for writing workshops,
For me, workshops never work!
I write out my heart,
I make no product sought!
I’m not a bestseller!
I’m not a best seller!
I’m not a bestseller!
I’m not a best seller!
It is a pleasure,
To see the dawn singing!
It is a pleasure,
To sing the moon swimming!
It is a pleasure,
To breathe the morning mist!
It is a pleasure,
To twist a leg with bliss!
It is a pleasure,
To sip the tender dew!
It is a pleasure,
To write in words a few!
When the world put me down,
I picked up this writing!
I today, put upon a frown,
When the crazy,
Wish to get me crowned!
The crown may rust,
The crowd may fall to dust,
As long I’m soaked
In the elixir of words,
I will write for the very pleasure!
I’m not a bestseller!
I’m not a best seller!
I’m not a bestseller!
I’m not a best seller!
Mashook Rahman
Photo: My book wrapper