To Be Or Not To Be Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

My time slips
my lines fade and
I start fainting in a moment
sandwiched between
to be or not to be.

Butterflies fly in the blue
crossing borders
surpassing hurdles
and ruling over
my realm of dreams.

In the nick of time
hopes make me live;
next moment like a bulldozer
my liabilities make them
suffocate and ruin.

As sparrows in my courtyard
chirrup in bedlam
my spirit swings with them
absorbed in the music
and magic undoubtedly mine.

©® Dasharath Naik