The MADMAN I Knew

 The MADMAN   I Knew

The madman I knew is not like you,

He only spoke to a few

His clothes tattered, body exposed,

Slowly and silently, he sings himself to peace

We bypass him with scorn,

We give him nothing not even a corn

He has been to places we haven’t,

Both within and outside

The madman I knew,

Smells from your disgusting odor

He wears the world’s perfume,

While you wear the Lord’s Stench

The madman I knew,

Once saved a bypasser

‘Tread not on that stick’ he said,

For once, his voice was heard

To the by passer, that stick was a plot

Planted by his enemies

The madman I knew,

He is the one you are scared of

You string beads of prayers in your mouth,

Even when dodging him

A little stretch he makes,

You flee like casted demons

The madman I knew,

Searches for crumbs of food in the bin

Yet you despise him for his actions,

As if, you never stooped that low

Compare his lifespan and yours,

Yours is nothing but an obituary on the wall

The poem says it all!!!