Today Sept 21 on the Morning of IDD, Mohit sent me a wonderful poem which is very close to my Heart. Here it goes..........
Life is Like that only……………
Sleep monger,
death monger,
with capsules in my palms each night,
eight at a time from sweet pharmaceutical bottles
I make arrangements for a pint-sized journey.
I’m the King of this condition.
I’m an expert on making the trip
and now they say I’m an addict.
Now they ask why.
WHY!
Don’t they know that I promised to die!
…
Yes
I try
to kill myself in small amounts,
an innocuous occupation.
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