A Murderous Suicide - A Poem Expressing My Views On The Demise of Sushant Singh Rajput
By Mili Mahajan
Let's pretend it...
A cut for the long right journey
We'll pretend to look happy and desired
We'll hand you the work
The kind of craft, just limited to the social bounds we've experienced!
Oh you didn't get it?!
Like the pretence of being happy in our flamboyant lifestyles and cushioned surroundings and the structures which towers all the buildings and mock them... we'd hand you that
And in return, you scratch our backs
Appreciate the sullen trite work we throw your way and make us your Gods
and don't forget to put out the word for our greatness
We'll call this arrangement our "fraternity"
We'll call our insurance a family bond
No matter how scared you are when you see the unmasked showcasing their talents
Don't take off your masks just because you're fragile
Rather hold it tighter than ever
Because pretension is the key
We'll block the road until they're dark in their directions
And lost in their senses
You just keep the pretension up
The pretension that their work Lacks luster and is kind of rubbish we get
That would make the strangulation the easiest
We won't under-appreciate them
That's against our what we call our class
But a blind eye is what is our key to take their air
To make them grieve
We'll throw all our sparkles in the eyes of public
Because our reality is...
Let's go with "hideous"
So let our brotherhood shine the light so bright so the public is in illusion
And with this, the hope of the real talent is butchered
Did you hear the latest news
That boy killed himself
The poor soul
Isn't he the same guy who came to us for work
We shoved him away because of the unfamiliarity of his background
That's the way of our business
God knows why he took such a drastic step
Hey , hand me the mask of pretence
I need to go out and put some of my condolences in the minds of the blind eyes people
That's my way of murder
By Mili Mahajan