Life was clogged in this room, The love was toxic in this room. The smile was curated, Within the four walls of the room, Just to be cautious in the world, Which might never bloom. Life was stopped, As the virus spread. The only friend I had Was the books I read. The philosophy of love, The love for knowledge, Was not enough for my own love. The pressure I had Was not good to share with the world, Which I might never have. The father in Bihar was happy With the success I had, But how to explain the struggles and evils That I wish I never had? Sushant Singh Rajput, My name would be missed in months. When I go, I wish I would be happy, Living in heaven with monks. The purity in heart, The love on my face, The calmness in voice, Will curate my soul Out from the noise. Ending the life— Sushant, what you did? Was the question of the world. A perfect individual indeed, Sushant, you should have shared some words With the world. The struggles from childhood, The love from childhood, The clearing of exams With strength like a hood, Saving from rain, But the droplets of hatred Touched you later. Anyways, you are gone, But the culprits will be punished Later. The story I uttered Might not be the same, But the mental health I mention , it will help The people in pain. Whomsoever, You are not alone. We are like a clone, Just working for success. But there are two gods In your hometown, Waiting for you, With the selfless love they own. - Riwaj