Sometimes, I think I should quit writing,
But then, a few thoughts strike my mind.
What if your poetry heals?
What if someone out there is truly desperate to read your words?

What if your poetry actually comforts those in hard times?
What if your poetry is someone's ultimate guide or friend?
And what will happen to you when you actually quit writing?
Will your extra observant mind survive?

Sometimes it feels that being a poet or a writer is a curse.
You observe everything minutely.
Your mind screams and roars with words
to ease your soul's pain.

Your hands can't stop.
You won't know whether you're addicted to writing or compelled by your brain.
It's put writers in dilemma.
So for now, I have decided,
I'll keep writing, let the words flow,
In the hope that somewhere, they help hearts grow,
And put my chaotic mind sane.
                                      
© Nainika