A Mad Suicide Poem by vittal vandavasu

A river runs in-front of you
On the green soft grass you sit
Pondering upon things to do
And you smile at your good wit

You can never forget her talk
You imagine she is beside you
Together you might take a walk
With joy and reality so few

You lazily throw a stone into the waters
A ripple occurs provoking you to think more
The most traumatic love of all your matters
She fades before you look to the fore

You must jump for otherwise it is pointless
Ignorants and savants do not bother you anymore
But you aren't called one of the courage less
You say what is there behind the door