Vortex

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 .)

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About Swati A Gadgil

Anaesthesiologist , practising since last 25 yrs in Mumbai and medico legal advisor MBBS DA LLM Postgraduate in Human Rights Postgraduate in Hospital management Founder President of NGO, Dombivli Women's Welfare Society and it's youth wing NayaSavera Published three books of poetry Columnist and writes on various topics like Stress Management Appointed by Times of India as Consultant for their NIE Newspaper In Education Program Recognised by Medical associations and Rotary Speaker and panelists on Tele media, print media and National and International conferences Taekwondo Red Belt

6 thoughts on “Vortex

    1. Swati A Gadgil Post author

      Thank you so much ! Its not only youth but elderly too who resort to such options to end life …it hurts…

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    1. Swati A Gadgil Post author

      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…

      Reply
  1. Louis Kasatkin

    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.

    Reply

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