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Suicider
I turned the T.V on and I saw it in the News,
Different people with different colors were giving their views.
There was a guy being discussed who blew off himself,
The nameless suicider and was suppose to be in hell!
Some people think he was a legend, yet some call him a sinner,
Some think he was a killer yet some thought of him winner.
Only I knew the truth as I saw him few days back,
While I was returning home after the News of an attack.
He was sitting there alone with a paper in his hand
He was meager and so weak and could barely take his stand
What forced me to ask what was going on with him?
Was his sad weary face and miserable dull grim
That man seemed so much helpless as he was going to die
His eyes were bitterly wet as he looked towards the sky
I asked him, “Dear old man, is there anything wrong with you?”
He looked at me and replied, “Run off its not good for you”
I was carried by his bitterness, I chose to ask again,
But my asking didn’t help him to get rid of his pain!
“Please tell me dear fellow, how can I be of any help?
There’s something wrong with you I judged it of your yelp”
He said: “What do you want? I don’t have much of time
If you are here to catch me, be clear its just vice crime “
Saying this he showed me picture as the tears filled his eyes,
“He was mercilessly killed and blamed one of the spies,
And this one on the left, was my youngest son,
They named him a killer just because he had a gun,
He was shot in the head, one in heart one in the chest,
Then you call justice prevails and your law is at its best?
My wife died of this pain and I was left alone to burn,
I didn’t have the money to burry her as I lost whatever I earned.
Some people knew my pain; they offered me their aid,
To kill the real killers and I was highly paid
Now I am off to kill take revenge of my own,
My blood is now not mattered since my everything is gone”
I was really shocked to hear that as he held a bomb with him,
That’s why he was so sad and had a weary grim.
“Please! Don’t do this! listen it won’t bring you back your sons,
You can never win from them just forget whatever is done”
He got up so enraged and said nothing at all
He took the picture from me and buried in his shawl
Then moved away in darkness till he was really gone
I felt pity for him as he was all alone.
I didn’t know his name I didn’t know his game
I just knew an old man who wasn’t killing for some fame.
I never heard of him till I heard this news today
I only knew the story, couldn’t blame him in anyway.
Just tell me dear people, was he right or was he not?
He was left so much helpless and eventually he got bought.
