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)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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