Insanity
Insanity
That insane
In the dark corner
of the narrow lane
helpless and hesitant
because she’s dumb
That insane
laughing on her voice
scratching her body,
and innocent face
blackened of
taints of madness.
A little lady in
tattered clothes
alone in crowd
searching someone
of her own.
People laugh at her
and she laughs back
with dazzled eyes
in sparkling
lights of motor cars.
Does she really
know-fast moving vehicles ?
Is she aware of her
empty stomach ?
Is she aware of her
nakedness ?
Does she feel-
strokes of sun and rain ?
Quiet in the corner
with dusty body,
sleeping on newspaper
with uncombed hair.
Scary children call
her devil but she
was scared of
own loneliness.
Wondering how her
people left alone !
Wondering at Almighty
for giving no identity !
That insane
may die some
day, free from
insane world
in same dark corner
in same lane.
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