Suicide After Failure Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

“If I had the means”
I shall try to win
Your heart
And preserve as an art

These feeling come in young age
When you are ready to write her name on golden page
Promise whatever you can in words
Woe her and look forward

You shall promise silver moon
But certain things fade so soon
Ife is so cruel
That it may have many tests to reveal

We may use metaphors to look the poem good
But inside we have understood
That life is real struggle
The imagination in life has no place for right people

Sometimes outer beauty is seen
No real words exchanged in scene
Our news reports carry daily suicide story
We only feel for them and cut sorry