A cold drop of sweat,
Just ran down his neck,
The sea seems so vast to him,
From his yacht’s deck.
“I’ve had enough” He says,
“I’ll end it all today”,
“The sky looks so beautiful”,
“Ah! I Love May!”
No, I hate it all,
It causes too much pain,
Ending all of this,
Just has so much to gain.
He jumped without a sound,
Not even a splash,
It was the 29th,
It was his birthday bash.
-Aakash.
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