Lonely Existence Poem by ragesh damodaran

The recluse
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My days are spent in solitude,
And nights in restlessness,
I oft speak to myself in,
A tongue unknown to most,
And laugh and smile and cry,
Knowing not which one.

The sound of insanity
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I heard the sound of insanity,
On the corner of the street,
Leading to my apartment.

It was a howling or a cry,
Like a baby in a cradle,
Only it wasn’t a babe.

I hurried when I heard,
Drawing away quickly from,
The house harboring the insane.