Suicide Point Poem by SALINI NAIR

Life is a span, not a commit
A spark that can burn the thread
Bewail that cannot stop
Years will burst at once
But the sharpness chase the tears
As snake that mount the shadow
The shadow of injustice
But the human never mould it
Unaware of the radiance of it
The wheel that crush the leaves
Leaf that mourn for life
Days that cover the past
Days that pass lament
Tears that burst out of the sea
Freeze that not wipe out
Hopeless moods that follow the trend
Showery clouds that flow forever
Darkness that cover the eyes
One day that all preface
Where the turn is terrific and vague
Rare go the same way
Large flow to life in mourn
Escape from suicide

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