I write...And write

I write my life I cherished,

On the folio of many books.

I write all my feelings so that one day I could look.

I write some stuff on the phases of my life,

Some related to harmony and some with strife.

I write about people I had known,

The places I had been,

The things I had done and

All that I had seen.

I write my verse awakening all night,

Only to make someone's day when I recite.

I have a mini library in my heart,

Where ink runs through my veins.

I can write you into my recital,

With the typewriter in my brain.

Sometimes, I think,

Why write of people I once knew?

But, one day I'll be great enough,

For someone to write about me too.