Suicide

Sitting on the railway line
Everything seems so still and so fine
Painful silence
Lonesome Wilderness

Up into the air
Her eyelids rise
Not a soul to care
Where are all the men, so wise?

So Silent
So still
She wonders
The sky has not a single cloud
The thoughts in her head so loud

Hunger for guidance
Need for a prayer
A dusty wind blows
Faraway somewhere…

The toot of a horn
to break the still silence
A few more moments
And soon she’ll be gone
Into a world of which
No one knows

Would it be better? She wonders
Will it be painful? She ponders
But what could be worse
than the pain she already feels?

The minutes pass
and louder gets the sound,
Slowly she lays
her head on the ground

“I love you dear Amma
And I so don’t want to go,
But there seems like
There’s no other way out
Nothing good, no more”

Slowly, she closes her eyes
Against the sun so bright
She hears the hoarse hum
Through the cold steel rods comes the fright

So many broken promises,
So many lies
So many disappointments,
No way to rise

When to hold on there’s no rope
When there’s nothing left to hope
When there’s nothing to shout about
Suicide seems the only way out

Born like the others on earth
Living each day with pain
Suffering since birth
All lost and no gain

The trains very near
Her heart fills with fear
She tightens her eye lids
And clenches her fists

Newspaper headlines
She would make tomorrow
God save the others
From their sorrow

She smiles her very last
Bitter memories and thoughts rush past
The trains getting closer
It’s coming very fast

Dreams and wishes
Love and kisses
Hopes for Bliss
People she may miss

And before long
She will be gone
Her dreams with her she shall take
Of a life that she could never make

Joy in her eyes
Sorrow in her soul
No one to advice
Left all alone

No one cares
About the heavy burden she bares
That’s what she believes
That’s what she’s told

Her final thought
The tough battle she’s fought
The war she’s lost
She can’t face the cost

Everyone everywhere,
No one has the time to spare
Death is now on its way
Finally happy, on her very last day

The great iron dragon
Cuts its way through the wind
Tearing her flesh
And spreading her blood

A girl so beautiful, so young
Shamed and stabbed
Bitten and stung
She couldn’t raise her voice
Left with only one choice

Gone, she is now
No one knows where
No one knows how
Nobody there, No family to care

Live, she will
In our hearts for sometime
Until there comes
Another headline


Samanthi was pretty. She was intelligent. There was no one to recognise it. Often, she’d run to the railway line and watch children go to school and wonder what it was like at school. She liked to dance. She some how knew she would be good at it.

With a drug addicted mother and a child molesting father there was no way she would be able to be like the girls clad in white cotton dresses. There was no way her skills would come to light. She would sometimes beg, sometimes would steal. The only other choice was slavery. “Simply less fortunate”. That’s what her mother would say to her.

The boys would tease at her dirty hair and torn clothes. And tears would fill her little eyes. No peace at home in the nights. No food on the ground because her mother is beaten up too much. Her thin baby brother is wailing at the noise. Her father would be after her in no time. Where could she run to.. she keeps thinking. Her scared little heart worn away with pain. Suicide the only way out!

Suicide rates are always on a constant increase. People need counselling, love, affection and advice. Are we too busy to give it to them? Prevention is better than cure. Let not our little children lose their lives or waste them.

It’s not enough putting up notices to stop child abuse and juvenile crime. It’s time to reach out and save those little lives. Let’s start with our own homes. Get rid of slave children and child labour. Adapt where we can. Teach them something and most of all show them we care.There’s much more happiness in spreading it rather than keeping it to your self. Let there be no more Samanthi’s in our land.