Sad Demise

Poem By Hasmukh Amathalal

Poets are after poets in all the senses
Pain and sorrow can not make them tense
If such sorrows can take them over
Consider world is no place to live any more

We all remember good quality of a person
But ending of life with whatever be the reason
Makes life questionable in all the respects
In all the senses, it can be called cowardice act

When she had made impact or ruled over people!
She must have certainly thought over an idea of struggle
Life is such an gift granted by almighty
We have no business to end it with tragedy

It makes to think sadly
Why on earth that should be followed badly?
You could withstand pain and come over
Now millions of followers have lost the musical cover

Being woman, she might have certainly tried
Against injustice and harassment and defied
No one ends life in one stroke
As life is precious and no more joke

* Comment on poem over death by poetess Sara who committed suicide

Comments about Sad Demise

nice Sai Krishna2 minutes ago lovely Comment +1
Nice Jeff McHugh2 minutes ago If anything, poets need pain and sorrow as fuel to explore their artistry. This seems like a personal poem. I was a little lost but you seemed like you knew what it is that you were saying.
Touching Tuvako Mbeche2 minutes ago Thoughtful Comment +1
Poets are after poets in all the senses Pain and sorrow can not make them tense


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