Coming out of A nearby hut of mud A rose bud Used to mix with High school Students’ flood.
On the street With a bow Her I used to greet. Drawing close And casting an Affectionate glance I used to say “Hi” Often I never Failed to utter “Lovely!” “Cute one!” … In her heart a cherished Corner to buy. Though she was shy Her angelic face Smiles used to aurify.
When she comes of age I was sure to propose to her Though age gap could Put us asunder “Does that she too wonder?” I still ponder.
One sad Saturday morning A funeral procession Round the hut Drew my attention.
To her parents & siblings And , of course, To my hidden grief She opted to be brief You see She could not tolerate “Detained!” on her Grade 10 certificate.
Vexed She found it hard To reflect A pitch dark night Will certainly Cedes place to A broad day light.
Had she managed that Dark moment to outgrow, She could have Long forgotten her sorrow.
Two decades later Whenever I pass By that place I see her younger brother With sadness stamped face!
“Suicide why?” Is it not cruel Inflicting A harrowing pain On those we Will be survived by!
Is it not selfish Taking our life In to our hands Our corporeal existence To finish?
If we share our sorrow Moral prop From our confidants We could borrow This way What is unbearable today We may forget tomorrow.
Is it not better taking The bull by the horn, Circumventing challenges To stand shoulder high While many are born?///
(BY Alem Hailu G/Kristos)
Why Suicide? Based on a true story.I was asked by a Facebook group to write a poem aiming at preventing suicide.I penned this down.