To be or not to be

To be or not to be - sitting on the window sill,

A million dollar question he asks

To be swift as the wind

To travel places no one else did

To stay suspend for days in the mid

To howl the mountains like a lion free

And sweep the plains with ferocity that uproots trees

To blow gentle like a lover in summer springs

To be the one which season brings

But the strings of life that are attached – they hold me

The ones attached to me will scold me

To be or not to be he asks

To be like a stallion in the fields

I’ll chase my wildest dreams

To eat from the wild and neigh like a child

Then run unbound for nights

But too fast I run and what should happen if may I fall?

To be or not to be asks

To be like the tree

Always silent- as if on a thinking spree

To face the storms and still stand tall

To bear the fruits- selfless for all

To laugh heartily to the birds call

To provide them forever and ask never

But what good does come of being thee

When at last they cut it down

And no longer would any think of me

To be or not to be he asks

To be like the ocean

Ever so still ever so calm

Stretching to horizons- stories untold

A thousand living forms that I hold

Still wash the feet of swarms

Even the lifeless surrendered in my arms

But too salty and too full it would be

I don’t know if for long could I hold the reigns

To be or not to be he asks

And he looks in vast- lost

I looked at him and smiled

‘Wherever you look brother you will see some harm

There is something less in every life form

So choose what you want to be

Choose when you want to be

Be the wind blowing the farms

Be a stud, with enticing charms

Be tall as a tree, integrity unharmed

Be as vast as the ocean, with knowledge unbound

So a question at last if I may ask -

To be or not to be?’