Echoes Of Madman Poem by Nirmal Kumar Thapa

Echoes Of Madman



Echoes of Pagal (Madman)

Sensing the divine splendor of music, holds to keep souls bedded,
Story just foretold between this and that
This was only "I";
Relishing the joyous music with drop of rains'
Feeling to keep "I" too entrenched,
Developing a love for I, exceeding yours;
Desiring to create a domicile belonging to fosterages,
And with own credentials, a desire rose to link with new friends;
Including, others for my dear and near
I always walked through the useless lane,
Forgetting a way for own-self,
Cheering up my smile with all efforts for others,
From chair to dear;
Feeling emptied, omitting the own-ness in me,
It may be a punishment for nascency;
Among the so-called dears
They all were nothing, getting this known;
But they carry me as a precious thing, a brain-child
Raising a hope with what they can't dreamed at all;
Am I, just like a doll;
A modern Chinese doll that jests and babbles,
Their hope rose with me;
Am I the one to craft a new history?
Or buzz with something new,
Genuinely, I share hatred for a history,
I dreamt but couldn't formulate to
My dream spelling into veracity.
I recited, while they dumped me imitative desires;
You all are the fortunate to be with a soul,
who stands with you, assisting with job,
for the fulfilling your own desires
In real, O you all, are unfortunate for that,
I'm the person cognizing the flute without holes,
Raising an unknown folks, with own spell.
By my own flute, miraculously I could enjoy, not you;
Acting you all, just as barriers of mine;
You can feel my mere a body presence,
But I earned knowing my own being presence;
I've come, being still alive for ever, but all you will lack I,
Being enjoys life for once, can't born again and again,
It's not alike body;
Being is matter of eternity,
That never born, never dies
My barmy words, are giving a way to wisdom,
Welcoming all you,
From my fosterers to friends
Delighting the nearer to dearer,
Enjoy taking a stand with me like Harum-Scarum,
Don't forge me for your sake,
Forgiveness is exacted,
Let me dance with my own freedom.

-4th sept-07

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