Lost Longing Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Every suicide ends up in a post mortem
Physical and emotional -
A bullet or a rope?
Why? What for?
Was it family? Friend?
Cannabis? Money?
They search for the immediate cause.
Not the thoughtful provocation.

A step forward at any cost.
One more zero after the digits.
A spiralling wave, up and down
A mad race for the crown.

And then. A blame game.
Was it he? Was it she?

The hand that is behind
All it does is to grind, and then
Makes a stealthy retreat.

It will be back soon
Be it night or it's noon.
An assembly will discuss then
As it dissects every dead.

Thus the world torments -
Success - gold - digits - dazzle.
A gnawing pain -
An undesirable end
Lost purpose
Lost meaning
Lost wisdom
Lost sagacity
Lost self
Lost the will
To live
To love
To be
Just to be........