On the Verge of Sanity


On the verge of sanity,there is call for soul-searching;
Brazen faces of reality, wherein my ‘self’ breathing.

Mere addition of a shadow pulls me back to hotbed;
And the haunting of conscience leads a man living dead.

Hailing to the nature, beauty yelled on stagnate water;
Either catch me with purity, or perish me you rather.

Demonising of any soul, created by the Most High,
Is self-inflicted wound leaving nemesis for you neigh.

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