I broke my phone- a poem on suicide prevention
Suppose you stuck in a far room alone You have nothing with you except your phone Neither food to eat nor water to drink Your life appears going to sink All you have is a phone to call Someone you know who could break the wall Alas at moment the network is poor So you can't call anyone to help you there Suddenly you hear the phone's alarm Your phone rings and vibrates with charm The sound of alarm is pretty annoying You have no clue how stop its crying You feel irritated and hit the phone on ground Now your phone needs condolences and shroud Once satisfied as you got rid of the alarm But next moment you realised about grave harm Annoying, irritating or however it was That phone was your only last chance How dreadful to stay in room alone How will you ever return to your home I know its little raw and some crude But the poem written above is dark truth This is how people behave with their life They treat it like that phone and throw it from height You got stuck in world that...