A Suicide Attempt
It took a lot of courage
As I sat by the window sill
My last note in one hand
And a bottle of the dreaded pill
I gazed outside my window
To the bird in the mango tree
This could be my last time ever
When I would sit on my window sill
I was about to pop in,
Not one or two,
but the entire bottle of that pill
Alas I am terrible at gulping anything
To myself, at that point I said,
Should have bought some syrup for sure instead!
For my journey to the other side,
How could I get some silence?
When the bird had decided to flutter its wings,
In all its craziness!!!
It knew what I was up to, I think,
And decided to ruin my plans.
Little did it know why I was so sad,
And only a little courage for this I had had.
It flew mockingly straight at my hand
I fell down the window sill.
But into my room instead of out
And hurt badly, my knee.
I knew I was saved that day
Even though I did not feel free
But save it did from a courage-less act
That little bird in the mango tree