Rope from the ceiling
noose made perfect
a small table
right underneath ,
syringes filled
with killer potion
needles by the side
ready to pierce ,
Balcony wide open
no grill no glass
windy on top
dark clouds with floss ,
roaring sea
rushing waves
with arms wide open
distant gaze ,
speeding train
clanking wheels
a free style jump
or lying still ,
People were asking
Is he mad ?
Is she insane ?
Stop him quick !
Hold her please !
He and She make the World
He and She break the World…..
Is it so easy
to take ones life ?
Who permits them ?
to torment …
to whisk out the soul
which dwells within ,
such ungrateful hosts
cowards utmost ,
now wish to return…
but there is No Option
To Undo and Restore ,
choking breath
flooding lungs
senses numb
soul squeezing out ,
all is lost
in a single bout ……
repression
frustration
anger
depression……
madness infused
leading to death
so is that the great win
having lost and run ?
pointing a gun
index on trigger ,
logic misfired
you are gone forever
so , is the problem solved ?
It multiplies further
hence , Stop ! My Dear !
Do Not Fear
Run Back to Life
And Embrace Tight
You Have To Fight !
( © Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .)
A great social contribution towards motivating youth towards Life. Brilliant.
Thank you so much ! Its not only youth but elderly too who resort to such options to end life …it hurts…
A powerful response to a contemporary sociological problem.
Thank you Vijay sir for appreciating my expression on this gruesome problem in the society. every time I read about a death like this I am deeply pained and wish i could be of help…
A visceral white-knuckle ride of a poem that takes its readers by the scruff of their necks. Superb.
In my view from a delivering a punch point of view, ” you are gone forever…” would suffice as an ending.
Thank you so much dear Louis. I agree with your suggestion regarding the end.