 |
| Why Suicide? |
Where are you?
It's raining here,
My eyes are still outside
peeping from window,
gazing tiny droplets,
which are welcomed by flowers.
What's happening outside,
its all looking vigorous to me.
The smell of watery soil is
nagging me.
Because you're
missing from the scene.
My eyes are still outside
peeping from window,
gazing tiny droplets,
which are welcomed by flowers.
What's happening outside,
its all looking vigorous to me.
The smell of watery soil is
nagging me.
Because you're
missing from the scene.
Decision of an hour.
My hours of leisure
I spent.
I was sure
To place vacant.
You said to stay
With me whole night.
I was ashore, in observing
The manners and dispositions.
A CALL from your side
Was enough
To grave my enthusiasm,
I was craved for.
Nothing you said except,
'Be practical'.
...........
You left nothing to me.
I spent.
I was sure
To place vacant.
You said to stay
With me whole night.
I was ashore, in observing
The manners and dispositions.
A CALL from your side
Was enough
To grave my enthusiasm,
I was craved for.
Nothing you said except,
'Be practical'.
...........
You left nothing to me.
Why the way of suicide?
Suicide is not only a word
That means
To kill themselves,
But a murder.
When they smother the sense,
Feelings, expectations, relations.
Human being is creator,
Why don't want
to live in harmony,
Feel themselves as defeater,
Why there is so monotony?
That means
To kill themselves,
But a murder.
When they smother the sense,
Feelings, expectations, relations.
Human being is creator,
Why don't want
to live in harmony,
Feel themselves as defeater,
Why there is so monotony?
सदस्यता लें
संदेश (Atom)
मेरी पहली पुस्तक
http://www.bookbazooka.com/book-store/badalte-rishto-ka-samikaran-by-roli-abhilasha.php
