Who among you have seen the beauty
Hidden at the backside of life?
Maybe we should ask a mad fellow
The wonderful pictures he beholds
The joy that riseth within
We say they lost their marbles
But they foretell the unseen
We say they are out of their mind
Because they walk naked
But it has been in eden before disobedience
Maybe we are all mad
Thinking in our mind we are normal
Perhaps the normal being we call "mad"
Simply because we are not normal
Or the mad are truly mad and abnormal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Micheal O. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.