THE REASON FOR MY ART

If I write, it is because I love to

I write to preserve myself, science has not learnt to

I want to keep myself alive even when I can take no a sigh

I may not be a jurist but let me be a specialist in keeping my thoughts

I write to keep my hand alive for it shall die so will my brain

I write not for a cost but for the inner emotion that exhausts my heart if I shall not

If writing is my secret admirer, I agree may be I drunk the philter

I am in love over and over again, I am in love.

What then will the generation ahead say?

That I did not think or I did not please

I now ask God,  let me keep myself

That he should hone my brains daily, pump my emotion more and more

Let me employ brains well

Let me hold what I believed in so in my generation

Grant me the power and strength always

Because I know the fear of you is the fountain of wisdom

Like a painter gets hold of the brush and believes in it

So do I, I hold my pen like am honored, my book like a princess

I store them like a widow hiding her land title

I am optimistic that each time I hold my pen,

I give birth to a new art that the world is yearning to see

I crave for that I call my own

If man has not built castles in the air

I have built greater than castles in space

They stand firm and unshaken like the mountains of Zion

Blood is always red but I can paint it blue, pink, purple or black

I love what I do