Numbness Poem by Somali Mukherjee

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.