I Write
written by: Bhakta Bahadur Basnet
What do I write?
Sometimes, I write through my own lens,
Sometimes through yours.
Whatever I see, I write.
Sometimes I write the wounds I carry,
Sometimes I bleed my heart.
Sometimes the lash of time, sometimes my defeat-
I bear the unbearable burden of words, and write.
Sometimes I scribble half-formed truths,
Skimming surfaces, verses afloat.
Sometimes I dive into the abyss,
Fathom the womb of depth, and write.
When words ignite and readers burn,
Writing feels easy then.
But for those who chew truth yet never swallow,
Explaining becomes an albatross.
I write the brittle husk of a sun-scorched bark,
Crackling in the pyre of wildfires.
I write the distilled ferment for you-
Drink the dregs, and rejoice in the silence after the flame.
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