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He stared at the small pills on his palm,
Sitting on his bed, remaining quite and calm!
Holding a glass of water in his left hand-
With stooping head, he’s looking at the ground!
Thinking whether he’ll take the slow poison,
Or he’ll somehow come out of the opaque zone?
Then he slowly stood up and looked at the wall,
And suddenly threw the glass there like a ball!
The glass then broke into several hundred pieces,
with breaking sound solitude suddenly increases!
He stood up and threw the pills through the window,
Those stuffs suddenly lost in the dart of the shadow!
He’s thinking, “Why I want to ruin my entire entity,
And why should I show with myself such hostility?
My life is mine and I have to find the way to live,
I should not, at any cost, throw myself to deceive!
I must not escape from problems, I’m not a coward.
I have to live for myself and I’ve to march forward!”
Finally he found a way to live and an inspiration.
Destroying the life can never be a better solution.