Why I cannot
write poetry about
calamities
disasters and riots.
An essay in formless
prose, that may be
mistaken for
verse.
I do not write because
I feel. I write
because I can.
Because the urge to
articulate
and vomit words in
some order
or perhaps the other
is by
now
a disease.
If people wrote because
they felt
the world
would be far more
verbose.
