the mad man

what in us

the teaching thorn

the hardened rock

the wonted morn

for him

the swaying of a tender leaf

in his heart

and he dreaming

of suns far from our sight;


which lost their light

in our lives,

for him,

the delights of delight


they made their homes

in his mind

and him a slave of love.  

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    1. My expressions in the poem should have induced some thoughts and kindred feeling for who we term as ‘mad’, at least in the likes of you… unfortunately, it evoked laughter, eh? 😀 Wonder why …


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