Anti-logic
Before I become
an Irrational and illogical
Let me call a scientist
stupid
he is not only a blind to his observation
but also blind of his third eye
and depends too much
on dumb logic
which makes round and round
and speaks from
within the cage of
dimensions
let me be insane
in attitude and approach
before I lash out
the fallacies of sanity
and hook it out
over the boundary
a thief, a thug,
a cheat, a con
devoid of sense, sixth
a slave
to the limitation
a beggar bowl of unfortunate reality
devoid of an iota of imagination
I am here anti-logic, speaking
And ready to take you all head on
Overwhelmingly
an absolute free creature
a mad wind,
I am,
I know not any binding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Abdul - I agree with the observation expressed by this poem. You might like to check out my poem, To Men Of Reason, it, with different words, expresses the same sentiment. Cheers!