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Too Stubborn to Die
A desire to die, found myself lazily lie,
Oh—'Without pain,' then why even try?
Hanged dupatta on a fan left running,
It spun, it tore—just threads kept churning.
Asked GPT for methods of death,
And back came '10 Ways to Be Happy' instead!
It said- "Just hold this night alive",
Weird—was I meant to be gone by sunrise?
Funny, right?...
Sped at 70, reckless and rash,
The driver behind just roared in a flash.
Called me "mad" - mocked without a crash,
And yet, I lived—a pity, couldn’t even bash!
Dared to walk late at night,
Thought murderers might set things right.
But what they shared was philosophy's advice,
Ranting like life coaches— too precise!
Decided to jump from a height,
Got famous—landed on a bull's back thrice.
At last, the tired bull kicked me deep,
"Best to try next time", I sighed and went to sleep.
Copyright ©
Aditi Sinha
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