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At his tender age of sixteen,
his mother stopped living in between.
Leaving behind a big devastated family,
he was brought up by his sisters circumspectly.
They relocated their residence, to a city from a town.
The lad could propel oneself in water, could he ever drown?
The spark in his eyes, witnessed his ambition to soar the sky.
His ability to be ranked, effectuated his wings to let him fly.
He fayed engineering as an adolescent,
pursued with dance and theatre, for which he was meant.
Studies, in between he left to discard all the barriers.
He was determined to proceed with an acting career.
He was best amongst the good,
He was the only , Sushant Singh Rajput.
His work on television, received wide appreciation.
He then entered Bollywood, to begin with new session.
He was showered with name, fame and money.
One after another he fanded his dream list of too many.
His deepest love for astronomy, often observed the milky way,
was honoured to train at NASA, had been awaiting the day.
Every girl fantasized this dapper,
the dexterous, appealing, always a good hoper.
A beautiful maiden came into his experience,
she kind of hypnotised him, under her influence.
For a year or so he lived upon his choice,
he knew about a secret, wanted to raise his voice.
He was hanged to death, before he spoke the truth,
he was none other than Sushant Singh Rajput.
He was now dead , yes dead,
you heard it right, there is a twist ahead.
Some say it was depression,
some say he was killed through suffocation.
He indulged himself in self- slaughter.
This could not be done, says his mother’s daughter.
Once again united the nation,
they want to prove the wrong allegation.
The public outraged in all denomination.
There was a demand for CBI investigation.
It was a suicide or murder, still remains a mystery.
What actually happened, would become a history.
The inquiry is still on, yet to reach the root.
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