Strange But True Poem by Vikram Basu

This fan I see, its moving & airing me
Although I don't know whether it really wants it!
Is it airing me against its wish?
Hence, having a discomfort feeling.

This bulb I see, is it for real?
Is it actually intending to illuminate?
Or like the fan is just forced to be on.
So having a blurry vision, I rest.

I don't know how to feel about these feelings.
Some say I've gone crazy, become mad.
But, can't make out what these crippled words mean
Even though am I out of my mind? may be.

They tell me that I'm brawling for no reason!
That I need to be escorted to asylum!
I don't know what they are upto -
All I know is that I'll write & keep on through.

My mind unlike yours is free to wander
It can't be controlled by your filthy cordon sanitaire.
Like a cyclone, it goes far too far
So hastily that you can't keep up ha ha.

So never mind what I say, what I do.
Because its got nothing to do with you.
If you don't want to hear what I say, so be it.
But don't try to vex me when I concentrate!