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Poetry By: prateeksha

inspired a bit by the spate of suicides being reported in the paper......

Submitted:Apr 11, 2010    Reads: 87    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

Fed up of the woes, troubles and defeats -

From them finding no place to hide,

Dejected and defeated I decided one day,

To finally commit suicide.

I thought of the possible ways

and then decided at last,

I would jump from the nearby hill,

and end my life fast.

Just as I was about to

accomplish this horrendous task,

I heard an old man's voice :

"My son, may I a question ask ?

Why do you want to fling yourself

and end your precious life,

Why not have some poison,

Or why not use a knife ?

"You think by jumping ,

Death will be more quickful.

But you forget the fact that

the act of suicide itself is shameful.

Tell me , what problems you have,

which you cannot solve ?

Every problem has a solution,

To solve it you must resolve.

I am Mr. Portigo

and I live in the nearby village,


is the lesson I have learned through the age."

I felt ashamed of myself

on acting like a coward.

The old man's wise words

had made me feel empowered.

I turned around to thank,

Mr. Portigo, the old man,

But he was nowhere to be seen,

though I tried as much as I can.

I went to a nearby bar

and asked about Mr. Portigo,

"Oh him", said the waiter sighing,

"He committed suicide long time ago".


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