Suicide

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Suicide

After the womb, the instant, life is born, The challenges, everyone should conduct, To strive for it, seek for it and to strike it up, Never to bumble, but for success that awaits. A problem, hardship often been conferred as, Even a minute problem taken so seriously, Not by every last, but by those wussy ones, At heart, never to think ahead of the next door. Only, I say to you, impermanent, it is, Whatsoever face, once you're on the point. A little input, you've accomplished the next, With new challenges right at your threshold, It is those, who are feeble in heart, they fail, To melt away from life, so precious in hand, Throwing it away permanently, blank in mind.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

I enjoin you, life isn't colorful all day, The days are followed by night every instant. Like the way you convey the darkness, Consider the problems with fresh images, With little effort from self, never to yield up. Problems are infinite, I tell you, after death, You aren't getting rid, the soul stays on, Only the physical body that you cast away, And then then problem’s to wander in new forms. Never can it be satisfied without action, But, your flesh does, the soul is to steer, And you are away from your dearest one, In the spot away from light, when all 're death. Better, except the problem for new thoughts, That you civilize for life and to sympathize, And, anguish not you, the soul - your own self, And trail the life you should be in.