Suicide Point

Life is a span, not a commit A spark that can burn the thread Bewail that cannot stop Years will burst at once But the sharpness chase the tears As snake that mount the shadow The shadow of injustice But the human never mould it Unaware of the radiance of it The wheel that crush the leaves Leaf that mourn for life Days that cover the past Days that pass lament Tears that burst out of the sea Freeze that not wipe out Hopeless moods that follow the trend Showery clouds that flow forever Darkness that cover the eyes One day that all preface Where the turn is terrific and vague Rare go the same way Large flow to life in mourn Escape from suicide ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.