I write

The world continues to burn and I write.
There are bombs being dropped on children who haven’t learnt the spelling of geopolitics yet.
There’s a woman being murdered, raped, harassed this very minute and I write.
There’s a Dalit girl with fear rooted in her heart who doesn’t want to go to school anymore.
There’s a Muslim man being targeted for his faith and appearance and I write.
There’s horror in existing and hoping that humanity doesn’t die before we do,
But there are jobs to apply for and interviews to attend, yet I write.