
Neither I do get wines to drink
nor I do have issues to think.
Memories and stones are making collusion.
To be or not to be that is the question.
My caliber,my genuinity are at stake.
The coagulated time has put a break.
The integrated heart is coerced to dissolution.
To be or not to be that is the question.
The most I miss these days,
are the ever bright sun rays.
In pieces I see my budding clique.
The pristine river, getting autocratic;
The sweet morning, getting dark and cryptic;
How long will I gaze out of my window?
How long will I wait for the sunny radiation?
To be or not to be that is the question.
Sometimes it blinks
sometimes it shines.
Sometimes I feel at cloud nine.
But all it seems a part of anodyne.
My past, my present are playing juxtaposition.
To be and not to be that is the question.
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