Why Should I

By Divyanshi Mittal

Crimson dawn brings a new headline,

Of distant wars, the dead still outside.

Their account printed in black and white,

Do all the words truly suffice?

Within the safe walls of my room,

What is my blue ink going to do?

Tell me, why should I write,

When there is red at the sight?

We are taught, "The pen is mightier than the sword,"

But all my grey of doubt obscures the word. 

In my grasp, no mastery does ignite,

What gain is there in filling all this white?

If words are futile, what purpose can I view,

What is my blue ink going to do?

Tell me, why should I write,

When there is red at the sight?

Childhood whispered tales of glory bright,

Of red-caped saviours battling wrong with might.

But then the world revealed, black suited men rein power in reality,

What is the escape, when hope is at its adversity?

Romance or comedy, non-fiction or poetry—

What is my blue ink going to do?

Tell me, why should I write,

When there is red at the sight?

Tell me why,

Why should I,

Why should I write?

By Divyanshi Mittal