To Be or Not To Be
A Poem

Not Shakespeare’s creation, But riddled with miseries of love And the harshness of this world I once asked myself, To be, Or not to be?
With an aching soul, And a bleeding heart, I questioned my existence In fact, I have of late — but Wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth
Just like Hamlet, I was drowned in sadness, While thinking about my Ophelia And fighting with my demons It felt, There’d be no sun after that night
Though, It was chaos, But with a purpose, Disseminating a message Though this be madness, Yet there is method in’t.
I heard whispers, ‘Don’t be cruel Save thyself, Young and brave You’re a true man’ Frailty, thy name is woman!
Thus, Just like Hamlet, I made the decision, To live, To exist, To be






