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,
TRY TRY TILL YOU SUCCEED
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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