Minakhi Misra

I write not to be commended, to be noticed;
Neither Sanction nor Approval do I seek;
I write because I cannot reserve within
That which my soul does speak.

I rent out my words to vent out my thoughts,
So please acknowledge them for what they are.
Look not for what meaning or what motivation
Drives me to reach those ears miles afar.

My poetry is for you, of course,
But live not illusioned that is of you.
It’s neither by you, nor for you, nor from you.
My work is not your prerogative too.

I write, hence you read,
I sing hence you sway.
The music is within me,
Only mine is the right to give away.

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Originally shared with a friend in the Summer of 2013