Madness mixed with mindlessness,
Fascination far in excess,
The flesh when burns in a flash
Until what remains is ash.
Burning no brighter, but still red,
And often comes one-sided,
By the name Mania it goes,
For, little wisdom it knows.
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Musings | 28.02.2019 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For, little wisdom it knows.......wisely written. anjandev roy.