Why do you write?

Why do you write, they’d ask,
I would say, because I like it.
And, I would wonder, still.
Do I?

I asked a painter, why do you paint?
Because colors give me an uncanny joy.
I asked a singer, why do you sing?
For her smile, oh! that smile.
I asked a dancer, why do you dance?
because the echo of ghungroos trigger the artist in me.
And I pondered, until I could,
In front of the waves, like a mountain I stood,
for I could discern how deep is the sea,
I could see how I could create these mountains within me.
Through my words, I try,
try harder,
to move mountains,
and yet, I couldn’t.

So, the next time someone asked me,
why do you write?
I said,
I write because I love to, want to,
and I would, until I could,
cause fire and rains in your heart,
move mountains, or make you fall in love with my world of art!