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.