And I write...

You warn me, but I don’t care.

You threaten me, but I don’t fear.

I know my right,

Right to express, no matter if I speak or write!

I hate corruption, I hate lie!

No, I am not suited with tie!

I look dirty, I look dull and lazy.

My mind never free, all time busy.

You warn me, but I don’t care.

You threaten me, but I don’t fear.

I know truth pinch,

But, I can't betray my profession single inch.

Writing is expressing mind in paper,

Storing in other mind, without making vapor.

I have to make readers inspire,

And make them work, as per my desire.

You warn me, but I don’t care.

You threaten me, but I don’t fear.

Paper is a gun, pen can be called sword!

Here, everything counts, even your single word!

I hardly get satisfactory payment,

Not enough to feed and pay my rent.

Still, satisfaction is what I get,

and leaders, businessmen or actors call me mate.

You warn me, but I don’t care.

You threaten me, but I don’t fear.

I continue to write, and continue to write.

What ever I think or whatever I sight.

I am a writer,

I respect doctors, sweeper and even fighter.

And I hold my pen tight,

Papers are clean, and again I write!