Why I write

why i write

i ain't no cocky yankee
or a blue blooded englishman
just a desi from a foreign land
writing any which way I can

i'm not a high brow scholar
my head holds only hair
i just tap on the keyboard
what i feel, think & dare

if what i right is write
i cannot really tel
didn' pay much heed to cat bat mat
so cannot spel two wel

i know no fancy words
or any clever turn of phrase
and the only gramah i know
has wrinkles on her face

them adjectives, verbs and whatnots
know nothing 'bout those
i jus put together a bunch o words
an' hope its poetry or (at least) prose

my language skills are paltry
yet i try my hand at verse
because writing is far safer -
my speech is even worse

and i don't know what i'm thinkin'
making sense is a strain
so i write it all down hoping
someone will read and later explain

and as mugging her majesty's english
is not yet a punishable crime
i can get away with my writing
so, thus i happily pass my time

~ shanta ~