He was fed up with his life
So he decided to commit suicide
He considered all available options
The ceiling fan, a bullet and poison
But he was a bit crack
So he settled for the railway track.
Afternoon was considered a right time
He was now cozying on a railway line
An umbrella for protection from sunshine
A soft pillow under the head to recline
A pizza loaf, pasta and some wine
Hoping for the train to arrive in time.
An onlooker inquired about his intention
He replied him without any pretension
'So unhappy in life, I want to die.'
'But why umbrella, pillow, pizza and wine? '
'Look, our trains are often not in time
So why should I die with hunger
And discomfort under the hot sunshine? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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