I am writing ---

I remember the days
 Wearing half a pant , a shirt
A Slate in hand, with two books
 went to school.
 Years have passed,
The pencil  said goodbye
 The pen came in  hand
 Ramdhari Singh Dinkar informed
 The Power of the Pen
 It can kill hundreds of people
 If you think a momoent .
And write just two steps.
 I read it in the newspapers
 News of suicidal youths
 The brain found the mystery of the deep
 Was he guilty or innocent,
 I can't tell thy
 I just read the publications of the articles
  The white paper's art
 The ink's writings
  That brought terror.
 Now the black ink is red
 A page of writing is history
 Who wins ,who loses
 No place for mercy here
 I just know how to write and I write
 I'm writing, I'll keep writing
  No place for humanity here