...in short and simple words.
its that which happens to every abnormal person. like me and so as to you.

PS- kindly tell me the definition of being normal.

The Madman (search your shadow )

i know of a madman,
roming nude in these streets.
no sticks, no stones, no preachings,
ever got through his head.

running insane in this society,
of honourable men and decent women.
unshaven beard and cascade of hair,
as wild as he himself.

he shouts, cry and yell in day time,
his shadow wants to kill him he say.
frantic run he made all day,
quite,calm and lost in night.

and all his days were a torment,
his shadow did followed him.
lunatic sat beside the moon.
and cried all night near the lake.

"death is the only promise fulfilled,
this life is but a treachery" he repeated.
and the next morning sun he starts again.
running away from his shadow, to escape himself.

Poetry by Sarvesh
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Written on 2006-12-20 at 20:41

Tags Mad  Life  Pain 

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
It is said it is the mad men who are truly sane. Those who are called sane , call them self's sane , are infacked the reil mad men!

Ken D Williams

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I enjoyed this. It has a lovely rythm to it. It brings to mind the wise fool and the circularity of life.