A Madman

A person became a question and then a mystery, A madman.

I see him walking through the streets,

Unaware of all the happenings,

All the feelings,

Carefree from every sin and sinning,

 Unconcerned about getting lost,

Wanderer of his own strange world,

Absorbed so heedless,

Happily reckless,

I’m always afraid of his laugh,

As he makes fun of me and this world,

His thoughtful attraction,

His incomplete sentences,

His useless tears,

His sober face,

His clothes with uncountable patches,

Makes me lose my breath,

As something’s creeping under my skin,

His life with no demand,

His clean existence,

His smile,

Without any regret and expectations,

A madman,

With pure heart and soul,

I see him,

Unaware of every loss and gain,

Living the sickness or heaven inside?

A question,

A wonder,

An unknown silence,

A madman..  . 

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Reviews

[Pax]

this is really deep. and i see a madman in different angle. as if you could see through his life experience. i like and enjoyed readng this.