A Cry From A Bedlam Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

you ask me or forbid
I will write like a machine
for I can not but write

write like a crazy worshiper
in due or odd hour
like a punch-drunk conjuror

no pause, no break, no recess
before the final long rest
I have gone off my mind

and stay now in poetry-asylum
call my names or kill me
but I will write non-stop

they add feathers to my dreams
they keep me awake in my half-death
like state and they will lull me to a full stop