Suicide Poem by Shanika marini Paul

Venom of fame, victories shame
Prosperine thou shouldth be ashamed
Seducing the minds of the innocent,
Who fall prey to insolence

Ay! hypocrene thy vine doth deceive,
The beauty and magic that youth receive.
Alas! thou waste a precious life,
Ending a life with the prick of a knife.

Light winged diva, damsel of life,
Lust and love strike
spring of youth thy fountain dries,
as many a youth doth do and die.

poet Shanika Paul
U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)