The Suicide Song Poem by Aditya Mudbhary

The Suicide Song

Rating: 4.3


It was a gloomy evening, where sight was dull,
Wind blowing hard and life was null,
Except for the tree's covered by the shade of a dark cloud,
The sound of the whistling wind wasn’t very loud,
The shimmering light of the full moon,
And the feeling of death and chilliness had come to soon,
It is then when i get the feeling,
Of the spirits dwelling and screaming,
Trying to tell us to leave the world of life,
And lead a life of mystic with a little bit of sacrifice.

Sounds of crickets and the smell of night,
And a corridor lit up in flickering light,
With the dead lives still wondering about,
Listening to the weird cricket shouts,
You cross the corridor and reach the courtyard,
Where Mother Nature’s children are protected by a lifeless guard,
You sit at the unknown site and light a smoke,
And the angel inside you will evoke,
But look at the seeds you have plowed,
And the world you have burned killed and destroyed.

The creator above looks down and weeps,
And darkness and the underworld will now give the creeps,
And to all those who have sinned,
The spirits, the daemons, and the undead creatures have opened their eyes and grined,
Small creatures crying out in pain,
Blood, tears and screams that will drive anything insane,
Mankind a race of heartless demons,
A killing mechanism for beauty it summons,
Oh listeners, listen to this from deep within,
Being a part of this race itself is a sin.

Listen to your heart and make your self believe that death is close,
As your life is nothing but a dying rose,
After death your soul shall be purified,
Nothing will be left, sins, kills, and all the things you have ever lied,
We know that committing suicide does bring about pain,
But thy shall be as pure as a droplet of the most beautiful rain,
Even the sun will look upon thy and give you a new life,
Now think to yourself how far is the next bloody knife.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anju Addanki 10 November 2009

Its a nice write. very good.

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Marilyn Lott 31 October 2009

To me life is so precious I could never snuff mine out. No matter what happens there is always tomorrow and an opportunity to make our life better. I know that suicide and death are often glamorized as a heroic thing to do but to me living life is often the heroic direction when it is difficult and many times unbearable. Keep writing, Eddy. A '10! ' for your compassion and talent. Warm Wishes, Marilyn

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Ahmad Shiddiqi 30 October 2009

Wonderful and encouraging. Keep writing!

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