Misery…

“A Soul Can Always Be Saved By Love”

He shivered as the train arrived
As if it was an ice storm,
He stood on the edge
On the edge of the platform.
He Jumped off
His Body was squeezed,
Blood spilled over
And a soul was killed.
White turned red
Light turned dark,
A heart ripped
And left a mark.
The suicide didn’t take his pain away
But got another prey,
No one knew his suffering
And only judged by wondering.
And the mother’s agony
And the father’s tears,
The hearts were silent
With the passing of years.
Was the world so harsh
That a soul was dying
And love was sparse?

PRACHI