The rising number of suicides for seemingly silly reasons has prompted me to write this poem. Although I am not in that person's shoes, hence I am no one to judge if it was right to commit suicide, but even so, it seems that this "last" option is being taken up very eagerly by people who suffer even minor setbacks.
Reprimanded by my school teacher,
Failed a very crucial exam,
Dumped by the love of my life,
Falsely accused by all my colleagues,
All these problems, and many more such,
Not bourne by a single person, but a motley bunch,
All trudge on towards the end of the cliff,
Where the earth meets the sky, the ocean, the horizon,
Do they hesitate? Do they yearn?
For some understanding or help?
A hug, a kind word, an "everything's going to be ok",
Said at the right time, could have saved them,
Are we weak or plain insensitive?
No distinction between people who commit suicide and those who don't,
All it takes is one major failure, or even a minor one,
In today's increasingly fragile world,
To turn from you into "them",
Similarly walking towards the end of the cliff,
A hug, a kind word, an "everything's going to be ok",
Is all that is required, to save "us"...
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