GOODBYE: a sonnet

GOODBYE: a sonnet

When life is hell and living a sentence,
When death seems rather such a pleasant thing,
Then why, of living, continue pretence?
Why not have from the precipice a fling?

Why be afraid of loss of consciousness,
The prelude to a most serene silence?
The jump will last a second, even less,
And will end life’s irregular cadence.

Nothing is so precious about my life.
No one will ever miss me, I am sure.
There’s none to mourn me, son, daughter or wife.
For me this life was ignominy pure.

So friends, adieu, I wish you now goodbye.
My home will now be far up in the sky.



M C Gupta
31 August 2008