Poem based on the sad demise of Indian Bollywood star Sushant Singh Rajput

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"It is a disorder! He took his life!"

Final verdict, they closed the file:

No, it wasn't! Never! He didn't!

We screamed and cried

On deaf ears-pleas died.

Sushant Singh had a disorder-

Looking at your perfect room,

All in place, yes-even the broom:

Computer game, last call all sane

Still declared, "Must've been insane!"

Hard work-is that a disorder?

Brilliance and heartbreak-

Yes,

Where's Coroner?

Steady and clever you called it "disorder",

Sweeping the clues with no defender!

This is wrong,

screaming BLUE MURDER,

Our voices were drowned,

Diplomacy, what a blunder!

You, were forced to sleep,

Ligature marks ignored!

Those creeps

They stopped the breeze:

"Depression's common to THIS disease"

She nodded and cried

Wanted to scream,

Disorder was THEM,

Not Rajput-

you mean

horrid germs!

Disorder?

Yeah, white washed

A murder clean!

By Priyangwada Perera

From: Sri Lanka

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