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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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Somali Mukherjee was born in 1993. Her passion for expressing thoughts and emotions on paper emerged at an early age. Apart from writing, she provides vent to her head and heart by means of music as well as fine arts. At present, she works as an author-cum-editor in a publication house in Kolkata, India.