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To Those Who Couldn't Endure
I knew a simple friendly boy, Wanna know him, want to try? He was deemed a waste, a worthless brain. Couldnt take that anymore and soon no one knew of him again. There was an aesthetic girl but in the marks race, she couldnt unfurl She had the answer, Which was a pill And from that day she is forever still. Her mother had lost her pride. "The numbers gulped her." She cried. Another boy was a musician. Yet his family gave him the doctor ignition. With so much trauma, he couldnt cope, And had his way with the peril rope. Amongst the other victims was this juvenile, Was adrift for not self but the gentry too guile, With societal conjectures she couldn't subsist, For her name wasnt there on the worthiness "merit list". Now this social dismay was a loser chagrin Elephantine bulk, such a bloated skin! Was pushed around, bullied, tormented, traced, Slenderness was his only crave. Wanted to be spindly but wasn't so brave, And ultimately gestured to an open grave. One last case about this girl, Was deeply depressed, had no saviour. For she hadn't studied, feared an exam failure! Chose the apparent easy way out, Turned lifeless but her soul did shout. She slashed across her precious veins. The scarlet tears had her stained. But is it only our snag, Is humanity not the one to drag? If yes it is, Why was eight-year old Asifa not Audible nor discernable nor discoverable Nor the barbarous ruthless ravages blamable? So don't condemn us if the future goes wrong, For its your gift that we'll endure lifelong. Now one concluding question to my fellows all bright, Do I end my life if I lose marks slight ? Is it valued more than my mother's plight? So what if I am obese? Am I not entitled unpestered mental peace? What am I gonna be, will the mob decide? Or will you let me be my own guide? Oh I beg you, please don't force me day to night, in every state, Oh I beg you, please don't force me to chance on my fate!
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