Why I Harvest Bugs In Brain? Poem by Arun Maji

Women stare at me!
But if I don't stare at them,
how do I know it?

I need two hands to clap.
There is always,
at least two sides of a story.

If I see only one side,
may be I am eternally blind,
or drunk as skunk (with greed and selfishness) ,
or dead as dung.

May be this is high time,
I dig in my brain
and harvest some bed-bugs.

Else, how would I turn
a brain-dead I into a thinking I?

© Arun Maji
Painting: Stan Miller