Post-Finale - Poem by Dhruv Dikshit
“I only have myself to blame.”
The last note that came.
Found him hung to the ceiling,
For to every problem he kept on kneeling.
Wrote to me about his life,
Everyday with another strife.
Ensembling dreadful thoughts in his brain,
Wanted to drown in a dropp of rain.
“Wasn’t her fault at all,
I missed her and made the call.”
Picked and checked every other brick,
Fooled or entangled by every other trick.
“They know they’re doing the best,
Asking to waste my energy and zest.”
All he wanted was top make’em proud,
Heads held high and clear-cut in crowd.
“Can’t read my face or else don’t want to,
Do they even care or just flaunt to? ”
Made a place he’d never be aware of,
For the quenching thirst to be taken care of.
“Won’t need anymore than that,
Deserve that after every other chat.”
Never denied, didn’t even try to,
Forever cried quicksand to step on to.
Who wanted this? Isn’t it inequality?
Could nothing have stopped this brutality?
How, when and whatever he became,
And only had himself to blame.
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