Madness Poem by Ravi Kopra
Madness
My heart is mad
everyday it plays games of innocence
It puts gasoline on fires
and then runs to look for a fire hydrant
It must be deserted
wants some excitement
Do people who go on rampant shootings
have such deserted desperate hearts?
Aloofness kills their hearts
killing might revive theirs'
That could be in their thoughts
if not, what else then?
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: madness
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
dil pāgal hai roz na.ī nādānī kartā hai
aag meñ aag milātā hai phir paanī kartā hai
-IFTIKHAR ARIF
aag meñ aag milātā hai phir paanī kartā hai
-IFTIKHAR ARIF
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