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Grief overwhelmed the child.
He felt dead inside.
He needed to feel alive.
And prodded a crowded bee-hive.

He felt no shame.
Found it right to play a game.
His psychological integrity beckoned.
Time to be self-destructive he reckoned.

It was crude. It was untimely.
But he never felt more lively.
He drowned among a darker brood.
Immersed in a gloomier mood.

Made himself tranquil to humanity.
Relegated to laugh at vanity.
Indulged and abstained from profanity.
And finally bade farewell to sanity.

Varun Rajagopalan.

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