When I Needed An Asylum, Found Myself On Earth! Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

Lowest level of paradise
asylum for blessed out of hells
and for cursed out of heavens
all have a lesson to learn here.

Sun of knowledge rise and set
plays with leaves and lives alike but
Moon of love plays hide and seek
Everyone here try to be at his/her peak

It is not madness, not mad yet all here
mad somehow for what they love or fear
riding on mule or horse, sailing on boats
each think of others, to make and ride goats

Hands that are used to work also used to scratch
fight for existence, fight for a land's patch
heads used to think also used to fill stomach
More we fight here for what we love much..

Golden hearts may be living in thatched huts
Thatched hearts living in palace talk of guts
Science and technology adds to madness
spoiled are more things, trying to recycle.. mad ones