Why Do I write?

You must have always wondered,

Why do we even write

When we can say and express,

Orally the same thing right!

Why do I note all my thoughts,

With a pen and paper too,

When I can use my voice,

And communicate with you.

What's so special about every word,

That evokes this passion within,

Weaving tails realistic or fake,

Giving the plot a spin.

Why do I shape each line,

And give it its own volume,

Why do I portray my emotions,

Happiness, anger and gloom.

Why do they say your pen,

Has the power to bring a change,

When all it does is weave,

A whole new realm and range.

Why do I scribble on my pad,

That's a question I’ve always had-

Why do I express my inner fear,

Worry not, the answer lies here-

For it gives me a voice in the crowd,

The one booming clear and loud,

It does not judge me like the world outside,

It allows me to dream far and wide.

Words are like a magic spell,

That do not force or compel,

Allow me to be true,

Coloring my canvas with green and blue!

Now I know why I write-

It's to bring pleasure,

Innermost sheer and joy,

For words are like a treasure.