The Hidden Love-Suicide - Poem by simran arora
Suicide is the hidden love for something, someone,
It is the last option to skip from any tension,
This is the stage without stares,
And remind all fares,
Here the world is against the only one,
And I no one whose help can be mention,
Emotion for justification traps our heart,
And wishes to leave some last line on a card,
These line always remind every person,
And then every one says that he was the one,
The person gives up the life,
By tourcher knife,
Without thinking a conclusion,
That every related regiment was affected,
Then no one had accepted,
This only happened because of the force on and on,
Money, Power, Status, and home loans,
Legal notices or messages on phone,
Or burden of studies and many prone,
And unjustified fun?
Strength of one can not be expend,
But still it is in our hands,
Why to Pressure for some stupid things?
First remember that he is also a human being
With some emotions and wishes,
And remember mom’s hug and kisses,
He always selects the way parents wanted,
And never have confidence to show them in front.
They top enhancing them self,
As first a fall they want a help,
They fail in achieve the goal,
Regiments start dancing on his head,
As it is a dance floor.
Thread of disaster standing on the door,
Without any option of safety or cure,
Destroying the passion, emotions and creation,
The person move to the last option,
That is exception-suite.
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