Verafied existence : sanity’s eclipse in her senses , her 3rd sonnet
lost in translation to everyday work,
so confused on realizing one’s own,
how we ignore, left empty with a fork,
the self contradicts with what is inborn,
others see us to be one with success,
someone who can buy bliss in moment’s grasp,
reflections in the mirror says we’re less,
excruciating pain in swarms of wasp,
hunger of self deliverance is due,
we close our eyes and dwell on ignorance,
we act like robots for a good God’s view,
hiding the stench with pleasant fragrance,
never bother to draw the line of though,
our tragedy in sanity’s eclipse,
