Blood And Beverage

𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙊𝙛 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝

I was sitting in my flying chariot,
Through the fog I saw a broken heart;
Trying his best to leave this earth.
Whispering to himself,
"Cruel world, goodbye.
I give in. And no more, I'll try"

I prayed, let the memories bloom for revival.
But the memories, unworthy to solace
was a complete burden in survival.

I could see, what he wrote.
Please, no more write on that paper,
which you call a suicide note.
I saw him opening a drawer,
taking out a vial of poison.
And I couldn't wait patiently,
I got off my cart instantly.

I got in his room, neat and tidy;
he couldn't see me.
I got into his heart, inside his body,
he couldn't feel me.
He was desperate
to open the vial's cap.
To drink it and fall down in an eternal nap.

I hurried and whispered to his heart,
"This shouldn't be the end,
this shouldn't be a trend.
Please don't stop your breathe!
Don't will to become a lifeless wraith."

He spoke out with a quavering voice,
"I'm not left with a single choice.
I'm useless, purposeless, a piece of burden.
So I don't deserve to live in this worldly garden."

I said, "Please don't purge yourself out of your life,
Survive, stay alive!"
He sighed, sighed and sighed.
"I'm a fool to this Earth,
a basket full of misfortune was my birth.
I'm a human faced fool, a brainless.
So I don't want to spoil this earth's happiness."
I was stunned, broken hearted and speechless.
Confused thinking how to rub out his desperate, deep sadness.

I murmured, "Objection;
you're wrong about a human's identification.
Listen,
A human soul is never useless.
A human life is never meaningless.
A human heart is never worthless.
A human is never brainless.
Being fallen is a temporary misfortune;
which arrives in the life of every human.
Falling down once, twice, thrice;
doesn't indicate that you can never rise."

I saw the hopeless heart
slowly loosening the grip of the vial.
He was in confusion, in denial.
Hesitating to be optimistic,
so I tried to be more realistic.

"Please don't leave, just live.
For you, tomorrow will be filled with joyous beat to relive.
One day, success will rush to your fist.
And pain will lag behind in deep mist.
The world needs your shadow,
Because every human is equally needed to unlock fortune's window."

"We were born from the blessings of nature.
So we should die keeping a signature.
At this moment if you stop your breath,
it means you're willingly surrendering to your death.
Let not your life be shaded in deep wreathe.
If you, then Mother Nature will be compelled to reveal her wrath."

He released the poison vial from his grip. And muttered,
"So what should I do? Live or die?"
I spoke out,
"Cry and try, fail and fly;
but don't will to die."

"Don't play poker with your fate,
it's nature's concern when to fix your last date.
Don't interrupt in nature's responsibility;
instead, highlight your own inability.
And try again and again,
because your life is your best facility.
You are to bring change in your fate,
you can make success your mate."

He smiled and thought,
all this time he was talking to himself.
And I laughed silently,
the angel of death
today has saved someone's breath.
I saved that broken hearted human
from the claws of unquenchable death;
I saved him from becoming a wraith.

I got out from his heart,
back to my divine cart.
Thinking that he's going to stay alive,
My heart filled with anticipation.
So I hurried back to my destination.
In heaven, where I belong.

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Suicide is NOT an answer. It never WAS an answer. It never WILL be an answer. All of you beautiful people have got the spirit of a WARRIOR stitched in your soul. Trust me. And if this poetry inspires you even a little bit, I'm eternally honored.