Sushant

He compelled with his smiles,

And not a soul discerned his pain behind.

His death is not sudden,

He was deceased a long ago,

When he found himself alone

In the crowd of thousands.

Or when he was judged,

By a soul, he believed.

Now he is gone.

But what we're perpetuating? 

Judging his decisions,

And inferring his reasons?

Or calling him a coward?

But it takes guts to die every day.

Or the day when people find you dead.

Or he is brave enough

to die?

Knowing his death will not go unnoticed.

Thousands of people dying every day,

But only a few names flash in the highlights.

Must be something special about him,

Oh! He is loved & admired by all.

Reel life hero, acting is his passion.

But who knows from acting on screens,

He will commence it in real life too.

His tears were fake and his smiles were real,

Or his smiles were fake and tears real?

We don't know.

Only he knows.

Who was grieving from a long,

And no one ever reckoned his pain.

Now he is gone,

To soon to be true.

May his soul find some peace,

What he didn't found here.

However, 

Death doesn't arrive with a notice,

to be found.

It comes all of abrupt. 

Reasons may vary,

But not the unexpectedness of death.

And he didn't die a death,

He must've died a million deaths.

Because his death is not sudden,

He was deceased a long ago.

....a long ago.