Peepli Live

This one died by hanging, this one by taking pills,

This one died because his dad, couldn't pay the bills.

This one went to the 7th floor, of the coaching institute, 

This one died as the monsoon, left his family destitute. 

This one hacked the spring-led fans, used the window sill, 

This one took paracetamol, in doses that can kill. 

This one died because of marks, this one due to love affair, 

This one died because he was caught, cheating, how he dare. 

This one happened to be successful, and completed suicide,

This one was pushed to the brim, couldn't parents wish abide. 

These ones may be triggered easily, and become copycats, 

But we won't mention helplines, only numbers and stats.

 

Media guidelines strictly prohibit, mentioning method, location, or giving a single cause,

Constantly bombarded by this insensitive coverage, how can we hope, to put this menace to pause? 

PS: This poem is deliberately written in a satirical and insensitive mode and is not intended to be the right way of reporting or talking about suicide. In case you or someone you know is triggered by thoughts of suicide after reading this, please know that help is available. You can find a list of helpline numbers here http://www.aasra.info/helpline.html