What to do?
There are questions,
and many many more,
ceasing the actions,
till the very shore.
its natural to ponder,
over things, I think,
but too much wonder,
oh! it leads to sink.
then what to do? now,
confused and unsure,
the dark mist--oh how?
to cross and endure.
there is no light dears,
and is no sound,
my brain and mind tears,
I feel totally bound.
I wish that someway,
these chains unknown break,
let me be free, anyway,
and always awake,
I see as if I am jailed,
in this civilisation,
Oh, I see most haven't bailed,
Living in desperation.
what to do? what to do? screams-
shouts my heart loud,
then the silence speaks,
it speaks to me aloud-
'Do nothing if you can, Oh!'
'dear my listen!'
I felt I can't, though,
then what is the provision?
Well, there is none probably
it seemes quite clear,
this one life is holy-
and is only what I bear.
Enter the mist, proceed the dark,
however you may do ,
hope don't for a spark,
'The Dark Awaits you too'.
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2024
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