Lunacy Poem by kunjubi varghese

The heart of a man is a bedlam

It’s a dance floor of chronic diseases.

Each emotion is lunatic,

A wayfarer dying at last, running after

A street car named desire.

The world is an illimitable place,

And in there the poor man is

Like a speck of dust in the sea shore,

Seeking a fallacy called life,

To sleep for ever, before he retires,

No need to foster a secret hope,

No use to show a derailed temper,

Everything ends when the final breath

Is arrested by the Almighty!