About my Writing

I never cracked a book,
neither I hold a pen.
Writing was never my cup of tea,

before a blood-spattered summer arrived.

My darling vale started to bleed,
under the alien occupation.
My people being trampled
under the anonymous jackboots.

As a part of reprisal,
my brethren choose guns,
while others picked stones.
Alas the bullets left no one breathing.

Blackout in the toxic suffocation,
I wished to alleviate my frustration
and to vent out my anger, 
I pen-down my emotions.Period!!

Now I live by my pen;
it’s a part of my soul.
And to make a long story short,
I found my niche in writing.