Everything For You, Hamlet Poem by Raghavendra Nayak

Everything for you, Hamlet

I prayer to thee, my lord,
Walk with me a few yards;
He left thee a greed glory
Shall I turn his joy into gory?
Shall I be with him or her?
But thy shall be mine a queen of hopes and dreams,

Hello, Hamlet, listen lost words-
Old foes; newly fresh woes;
Made him Hamlet’s brother,
Sweet poison hangs thee out,
Felt him, as pain struck at throat
And digging and digging, not coming, until dooms days near,

Will you there at hell as sun’s spot
Shall I be guard sweet Ophelia’s lore
Or, may I be spread your glory of love,
Thy throne, when you’re in deep, dark days.
Listen, lord, quite is madness of self;
Beware, a power bowed not, where the wind whistle.

Thy failed to get a false impressive death,
And mother’s greedy and gloomy not yet,
Yet to me, yet to you, shall be bored it;
Thy eternal intimation of blooded love led down,
My imagination blazed under naked-fantasy;
But Horace and I tore a lot, for courtesy.

My love, wash me and make me not like him,
To be or not to be, but I am IN you,
My lord, delivered thee a long and long love,
Would I bow thou innocence smile,
Would I around thee for the sake of light
My lord, let me allow lighting an art.

Beware! When a vindication of art laughs at you