Let's Say No To Suicide

World at times is a spring of mirth And at times a root of melancholiness, Gaiety and ruth are ineluctable quirk of nature Where it leaves no beings unbrushed. Bight trice would shimmer some days And putrid flash would strike at times, Discern that's a puissant canon of nature. When grievance mounts the golden throne, When relation twists into tears, When desires wrench into agony, Never hell bent to confide suicide For those troubles proceed the incredible comforts that follows Alike the precession of hell heretofore the heaven. Whenever melancholic flash haunts you And coerce you to confide suicide, Think no other than thy indulgent mother Who lugged you almost a year in her belly And who raise you up, with vacant scars Physically and mentally, all well sound. She never raise you up, to entertain thy death unnatural and astound, She just raise you to live a life And amend world into a ameliorate place to dwell in, Life is a precious douceur of God And thy mother is a God in human form, So let's say no to suicide in all tastes of life. ---