What Would One Do...

If your own plays foul…
If your own slays your soul…
What would one do...

When dreams turn shallow…
And desires shape hollow…
What would one do...

When faux prevails…
While verity derails…
What would one do...

Want to unlock death locked in a manor …
And to resign to the life of dishonor…
What would one do...

When life’s like a gravid everyday …
You grow helpless with every sway …
What would one do...

There is mad rush in your every nerve…
You have no choice but to kill the verve…
What would one do...

What would one do...
What would one do...
Other than waiting for these pangs to pass through…

- Rajkiran Jagapathi