Two Causes of My Writing

Though the man does not know anything about poetry Yet he says what I write is children’s rhyme Well, my writing may not be for you You are grown up fool and you have another work to do But why do I write, the question, pops up in my mind Others say, writing is a kind of psycho therapy Then promptly comes up a poet and asks Do you mean then all writers are psycho patients? OMG! OMG! How that could be? It is very insulting! The reasons of my writing I silently search up And two wonderful catalysts I find out I think they are not illogical or absurd If writers write for others And talk about others instead of themselves Lot of questions will rise and they will be in real troubles If they write for themselves and play with their mind That would be very nice and matters would remain cool But I write for another reason and that is very personal Before the write up I did not know what I was thinking To know my wonderful thoughts I keep writing!