Sun sets on another day,
There hasn’t been much work,
Forget pay;

Seeds remain seeds,
Stomachs remain the same,
Begging on streets,
Shame, what shame?

Ropes cost less,
Vomit, not blood, makes more mess;

Another sunrise,
Another sunset,
Kids don’t move,
Nothing to fret;

No rain tomorrow,
Nothing to wash away the sorrow,
So why cope,
I take the rope;

Adding a couple of months of life,
For my dearest wife,
Since my death shall say,
And the policy will pay.

And I, finally in peace I lay.

-Sanjna Manoj