Reasons why I do it?

Why do you write? They asked me

Well! I replied,

I just want them to see,

The writer within me,

To share the world I dream of,

That is real to me.

I write to be remembered,

For my hard work,

Not just a loser, trying his luck.

I want to be memorable,

So that my memories,

Becomes indestructible

Long after I am gone,

When the dust perishes from my bones.

I want them to remember me,

Through my works and stories to be.

When the last of my kin, perishes,

I want people to continue my wishes.

Into an eternal line of legacy,

I want them to be addicted,

To read my books, like ecstasy.

In my dream, I see a future,

Where people remembered me.

Movies were made based on my books,

Songs on my poems, I see!

Long after I am gone,

I want to be remembered,

For the work, I have done.

Just like how folklores are passed,

Through generations after generations

My stories should be foretold,

So that people can feel me,

In their imaginations.

I guess that's why I do,

Whatever I am doing?

To be remembered in a distant past,

Don't know where life is going.