Mad Caps Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

If all caps, psychopaths,
What good, old world can do?
If peak caps, mad cops refuse reason,
How enlightened world cope with it?
Indeed, knots exist;
Walking half-way to unite tangles
Face setbacks as a rule;
Arcane, ever-hiding, dark half-side
Of their mind's waning moon
Grapples their selves in vice-like grip,
Dims their lights,
Spreads ripples of twilight;
Imagined ghosts
Somersault their thoughts;
They neither stand on legs
Nor rise on wings,
They just bounce and flounce,
Avoid heavy strides
That end up them in old, rich roots
Beneath cold ground
And exorcise their worlds;
They are shattered minds,
They know not what they are now;
In bits
They live,
They let
Their passions in blind spurts;
Mad vial in their bowls should dry
To sink their senses in stilled Self.