THE WEAK

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              {{×××[]( The Weak)[]×××}}

 

“Only the weak, commits suicide” I witnessed 

The young buck defend with discretions.

Then a boy of five asked–

 

“Was my mother a feeble being,

After leaving me behind? She took

Her life to save me, shouldn't 

That be bravery?”

 

His tongue became fixed;

Where would he start from?

 

And I lighted two candles

For the both to snuff out,

The boy luck out, he failed.

I declared to him:-

 

“Does this means you are weak?

Does your failure means you can't?

Or should I say he is more stronger?”

 

Suicide is an impulsive emission of emotions,

Its brisance can go beyond megrims

T o a l t e r c a t i o n s.

 

Suicide is a discharge,

Razing stiff force of resistance.

 

Suicide is a delusional course

Connecting life with illusion of peace,

Reaping nothing but oblivion in piece.

 

“I still don't understand!” the little boy 

Asked and I drew him closer.

 

“Can you behold that river and all she offers?

The portable water, the fishes, the marine beings,

The delicate flowers below her armpits and

The canoes that coggle on her back.”

 

The river is your mother. Her love, care:

Sacrifice and attentions are what she gives

And allows you to do.

 

“But, there is a problem?”

 

“And what is that?”

 

“Can you tell of flood?”

 

“The powerful extension of water bodies

To dry lands causing destructions.”

 

“Wow, that's intelligent of you.

Now listen to me!”

 

“The flood is depression and the destruction

He causes, is otherwise known as suicide!”:

Anytime he comes, he claims the life

Of those he can snatch.

 

“Shouldn't she have run” the tiny voice said.

 

“She should've though it was too late.

She had to let you live, at such,

She sacrificed for you!”

 

“What if I do same to my children?” he questioned,

Staring in to me. The young buck started blushing,

A situation I had to resolve...

 

I said calmly–

 

If a ripe fruit falls, it doesn't mean

The rest would and if the green ones do,

It doesn't mean the rest would fall either.

You should stick to life than death.

The latter follows you everywhere.

 

Yes, multitude of homes are tide to riversides,

They can't escape his visits but can evacuate;

Anytime his vexation boils beyond pharynx,

Legacies shouldn't be a drawback.

 

But why would you hug death if you're

More than he that fights for life?

And you, young buck, either you're weak

Or strong, death is like food. You must

Have it in any form.

 

Besides, suicide is like sea water: very salty,

Do her inhabitants complain? Definitely not.

 

Tilapia breeds in fresh water

And hardly in the former.

 

For you to change,

The will of your mindset

Determines your next trial.

 

Suicide isn't about depression

But depression is about suicide.

 

Know which you are facing

and plan for the antidote.

If the outcome be negative;

Remember, a spider can trap 

An elephant in her webs.

 

And if it's impossible to retain life,

Never term it suicide because if you

Can't express, you have depression

To express to...

 

The young buck displeased, discharged

An unwonted hardness in his face and left.

 

Thiy JK© 

01/12/2021