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!
Good poetry. Everyone has the right to their own thoughts and expresing them is a source of freedom All of us have our own little crazinesses. Let us never stop to wonder and ask questions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Nilakshi. I enjoyed it. liked it. keep it up