When Hamlet questioned
his faculty
He did not know
what lay ahead
He was too slow
He was too late
A little speed
Could have made his day
Was he me?
or am I him?
My mind sufferes
My hope is dim
I never knew
I would not do
I could not do
I should not do
Why? I ask
Why me not you
sufferes when
I should not do
Was I wrong
Were you right
You my parents
were my guide
The decision was mine
should have been mine
Was I wrong
to make it thine
I cannot eat
I cannot sleep
I sob and laugh
I smile and weep
Answer me
No reply
My cry does not
leave my soul
2 comments:
hmm..sounds modernist. nice!
Hmmmmmm the many facets of the very verbose Ms. Bharti...
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