The Madman - Poem by Nachiketa Deb
An old tweed coat and pantaloons,
Patched, frayed as you ran.
Ever wandering, with gleaming eyes
And a silent grin, madman.
Life turned its back, friends, they stabbed
Upon pure ailing heart,
Yet as senses escaped you whole,
You befriended the arts.
White chalk in hand, your plight began,
To decorate walls and lane.
On a different path you strode,
Well beyond the human plane.
As you drew, curiosity grew
Upon a mind so new,
The steady strokes of hands, inspired
Life from a different view.
Now as i walk along the way
Where your trailing chalk dust lay,
I try to seek the old tweed coat,
Millions walk but madman, nay!
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