What keeps me sane is the bane of other sane men

It makes them insane, that what tethers me to sanity

After all, diverse are humans, diverse is their humanity

What keeps me going is the stopper that dampens others

It dampens their spirits knowing that they will die one day

Yet, this knowledge provides me comfort as I picture myself

Dead in the grave, getting eaten away by worms, snakes alike

There are no happy endings in life, only death and what it reaps:

More death in its wake, more food for worms and snakes to devour

That knowledge for me, my friends, is the call and the need of the hour

This is one of the many trees in Minerva Club of which dad took this photo.