Hasmukhlal Amathalallal

Gold Star - 520,664 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

A Suicidal Tendency - Poem by Hasmukhlal Amathalallal

The dangerous thought takes shape in head
It drops you suddenly living condition to dead
The person constantly thinks why he is still alive?
What he should do or not to do to survive?

The desperate person is pushed to the extreme corner
He doesn’t have any wish to live or for support to garner
The fresh roses are plucked as if by the Gardner
The life to them seems to be guided not by God but others

They would always wish some one to be very near
Life is difficult for them and they very much fear
They are total failure for not finding any partner
They realize it not worth to live without any dear

They hear death bells ring in their ears
The life seems to be shortened by many years
They find no charm and useless to live
They live in fool’s paradise and firmly believe

The hear beats are deserting their movement
They may cease to function at any moment
Nothing can prevent or kill their defeatist tendencies
You die thousand deaths with short interval frequencies

The is one of the most deadliest phase
The life is not spent at ease
You have no means to live with new release
You think life is nothing but on short lease

You want to end it up at crucial juncture
The life has come to standstill or as if down with puncture
You see no utility or any purpose in future
They are in desperate mood to end the tenure


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 9, 2010



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