The Lunatic Holy Man Poem by FABIYAS M V

Hole in the ozone layer
of his sense increases.
He mutters to the tomb
of his father, while
clumsy expressions
flash on his face.
A hundred fools
watch him with awe.
It's paradoxical
they chant holy verses.
He has a big
sedimentary belly
formed from offerings.
He heals the insane,
rustics say,
patting on their crests
or tying black cords
around their waists.
There's a panacea
for peace for many
in his absurd mantras.
He became a holy man
after his dad's death
with the privilege of birth.
Lunacy adds charm
to his character.
Fame is sometimes
a friend to folly.
Even the distant mother
comes with her daughter
for a cure.
There's a relief in belief.

First published in my book, "Kanoli Kaleidoscope" (PunksWritePoemsPress, USA)