SUICIDE

Dishearten by something or someone,

You decide to put an end to your journey.

My ignorant being wishes to show you,

The sequence of events that is going to take place,

When you insult the precious gift of god, your life.

The sun will rise tomorrow in its time;

To spread its golden beams for everyone except you.

The earth will run its usual business,

As none of them will be paralyzed in your absence.

People will throng in front of your home,

Some will show sympathy saying “uff”,” ahah”.

Some will weave stories and spread rumors,

About your sudden departure from the earth,

You know positives do not come easily to human minds,

To your discontentment, the rumors will be negative and offensive.

Law enforcement authorities will postmortem your body,

And interrogate your loved ones up to the level of harassment.

Story of a cowardice end to a beautiful life

Will adorn the rear page of the local newspapers.

Despite all these truths, if you still wish to commit suicide,

Then will you answer a few queries of this stupid man?

Will you say what you brought along here when you had arrived,

That you feel is snatched, stolen, or broken by the earth?

After which attainment, what much wealth, fame, love,

You would say to yourself “Yes, I get all that I wish”

“Thanks god, thank you folks I want no more?”

Do you have a roof over your sky of want?

You loved someone, remained honest, truthful,

But he/she failed to turn as per your expectations,

Became ungrateful, did not read you,

Misunderstand your wholesomeness, is it the cause?

Can the wavelength of two minds remain synchronized always?

Parents breed their offspring for a quarter century,

Their birds fly away leaving them in old age homes,

Do you think your situation is worse?

Are you ignorant that a human tree seldom yields a fruit of nectar?

The truth is that we come crying, hungry,

Do our level best to reach nowhere,

Go empty handed,

Remain thirsty due our ignorance,

Some of us leave some good marks on the soil,

Some others leave some dark spots of their presence,

What mark will you leave to represent your being by this act?

Yesterday while I was going to the market I saw a crowd in front of a house, I stopped my bike and got to know that a young woman committed suicide. I get shocked. She must be a daughter to someone like me. I wrote this.