You The Wooden Doll Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

insane not the sky
colours many yet plays random
creative human mind
when changes with different mood
you tell insanity
perhaps noise within yourself
lack of knowledge
dryness of heart
unfulfilled desires
depressed your cool cool human disability
to penetrate the colors of heart

isane not the air
sometimes wind blowing spring touch
bringing storm and tragedy sometimes
you the conspitated moneymaker
thinks insanity the emotional thrust of artists passion

Pranab k c
10/08/2023