Numbness
A few words before we go through the poem called ‘Numbness’:
Let us all open our discussion with
the legendary proverb that “Cowards die many times before their deaths…” Likewise,
in this world of decay, disgrace and degeneration, we all are supposedly living
our death. That is to say, our corporal bodies are alive, but our within has
been slaughtered long ago. Well, who did so? Yes, we did it on our own. Thanks
to our great conscience and civilised intelligence, we all are alive, or should
we say, we are living and loving our death? Well, we have no option, for sure.
Hence, we are bound to live and love our death. We all made it on our own. The
consequences are, therefore, supposed to be endured by us alone then. Day by
day, we are getting infected with more and more numbness in all respects. We
reap what we sow, right?
The poem—‘Numbness’
My heart felt so numb
That I had to die, I had to,
Before death, becoming dumb,
In a trance to seek what’s true.
Everything is so scattered;
Everyone is so pretentious;
My existence feels flattered
Amidst all to be prestigious.
We contaminate our globe;
We desecrate our within;
In all things, we do probe;
Our hearts remain unclean.
Well, we keep seeking sooth,
But don’t we equivocate?
We try to distort the truth;
Hence, the numbness we do mandate.
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