Inner Voice Says..

Just because someone one fine morning
asks you to stop your pen from flowing,
and writing all about what goes wrong,
and asking me to stop singing the song,
must you give up? Must you bow down?
To what you find is absurd and foul?
Then what stopped you from penning
the things and bringing all to the fore?
As eyes turn sore, the pain deepens,
the pain of injustice, and harsh comments
What stopped you from writing?
Even if a few.. just because of someone
you don't even know, why burn your desires
to set it on fire?

"Humm" I reply, nodding to my own self
as I start writing again, furiously,
again being myself. :)