Standing hunched on the parapet of a high rise,
At dusk, waiting impatiently for the night fall.
So many thoughts raced through the mind
Like a tree top shaking during a storm.
He climbed down…to or not to jump,
What if I just end up with broken limbs?
He thought tearfully swallowing a lump
In his throat; that would be worse than this…
Awoke startled, as birds announced it was dawn,
Is taking an extreme step an act of courage or cowardice?
Shaking the dust off his jeans saw the Sun rise…
Lines on the brow, in the morning light, pronounced.
Bedridden and injured… it would be living death,
Let us give life a try, he thought with a deep breath.
Never felt more alive, after he was gently chastised
Life is precious- a gift, bowed, grateful for the advice…
Why human committed suicide? Pressurized stigma and dignity.
This is certainly a great poem. The treatment given to the subject is extraordinary. Yes Mamtaji, we have no right to take away the life gifted by God. Life is a cycle of joys and sorrows......not just one........Everyone has to remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The enactment of a scene where a man with suicidal tendency suddenly abjures the obsession and says- Let us give life a try..... Life is precious- a gift, bowed, grateful for the advice…. Thanks for sharing this emotional piece of poetry.