* Suicide *

Martini on the rocks Spilled over the tabletop Wetting the Oakwood Like a chemical spillage Another stunned moment The vacant chairs Wondered, why on earth The spill ever took place No one has attended to the beverage Since the long leftover If someone had needed someone To feel lively, then the Martini Shouldn't have spilled out And abandoned without an enthusiast Damage has been done indiscriminately Nothing was perfect When nothing went wrong The Martini was just another victim Of circumstances Ironically, the other patrons Were too high to notice The mishaps Two hours later A headline ripped apart the nation A young body of a woman Was cut into two, under the train With a note miraculously attached ‘Martini, my love needs a u-turn ‘