Aditya Pratap Nayak
Suicide Note - Poem by Aditya Pratap Nayak
This universe is God’s drama Penndel indeed
His script is beyond our thinking, we can’t read.
Like birth, death is also factual
It is and will be the compulsory ritual.
His world is too complicated and magical
Nothing is true here but artificial all.
He has different characters for his play
Some have golden ball and some suffers entire day.
All are from God and his creation
Every one blessed equal and common
One and all have gifted with a magical box
Some can never know about it and some become fox.
Those who can open, they reach their destiny
Those who can’t they suffer like a Sinny.
I also came to this land with a magical bag
But I didn’t get from life, why should I lag?
Whether that is my incapability or ignorance
I didn’t conclude what is my offense?
I lost my half of life in search of that bag
Now even my conscience has started me rag.
I always supported from parents and siblings
But life become burden for me from all ring
My failure is following me as my shadow
It has explored to my all secrete window.
No way to out because my oxygen stock is limited
Let me close my life and get the soul emitted.
Pardon me friend, for all my activity
I have lost my tempo and gravity
After me, please make my family understand.
It is my last request to you my friend.
Life becomes shameless, I can’t tolerate more.
I am committing suicide, death open the door.
N.B.: Sinny = Sin People
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