SUICIDE. SUICIDE.

Alone i stood on the beach that night;
The light-house at the sea was waving its light.
Dazzlingly beautiful, dressed in moonlight,
the sea waved back in sheer delight.


Creations two of nature and one
manmade, were really having fun.
Yet, I from life attempting to run,
stood there alone in the company of none.


Far in the night, a ship sailed on;
like Hope in my life, it would soon be gone.
The ship will be gone, and so will be I,
for I had come here, to let myself die.


A bridge that leaned into the sea,
From there at a distance up north I could see.
The night had set in, the tide was high;
Time for me to go there and die.


I stood at its end, my arms widespread.
And thought of my daughter, and wife, they were dead.
I still felt their pain, my eyes now filled;
For a war between Gita and Quran had them killed.


My precious daughter, my beautiful wife,
To me they were all, my world, my life.
Someones fight and someone lay dead,
Hence this path to death I tread.


Know all ye men by these presents
That a family killed every God resents
So shouting I jumped into the sea, drowned and died.
And thus I committed Suicide.  ¶ 2:30 AM