The Lunatic Holy Man

The Lunatic Holy Man Hole in the ozone layer of his sense increases. He mutters to the tomb of his father, while clumsy expressions flash on his face. A hundred fools watch him with awe. It’s paradoxical they chant holy verses. He has a big sedimentary belly formed from offerings. He heals the insane, rustics say, patting on their crests or tying black cords around their waists. There’s a panacea for peace for many in his absurd mantras. He became a holy man after his dad’s death with the privilege of birth. Lunacy adds charm to his character. Fame is sometimes a friend to folly. Even the distant mother comes with her daughter for a cure. There’s a relief in belief. First published in my book, "Kanoli Kaleidoscope" (PunksWritePoemsPress, USA)