Was it murder or suicide…

Written by krishna

August 14, 2008

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I was the first one to find and see,

in the wee hours when I got up to pee.

From the first floor when I gazed my jaws dropped,

by the mango tree as she hung herself to by a rope.

She had just got back home from her trip back home,

is what I remember, so said to someone my mom.

Everything appeared fine, what made her take that step?,

all she should have done was ask for our help.

Till today no one knows what really transpired that night,

was it what it seemed or the result of their fight.

Her feet touched the ground so I doubt, could be murder,

I was a kid then so I may be wrong, my judgement a blunder.

She was my best friend’s mom though I don’t remember much,

she died though in doubtful circumstances, life’s such.

That moment of my life still so fresh and visual,

when I saw her death by the branch so unusual.

It was years ago, its all a hazy memory now,

was a witness, still affects me somehow.

More than her own doing, it all seemed fishy,

dead with fee ts touching the ground is crazy.

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