Sudeep Tiwari


The Madman

Part 1

Asleep was he near a bin,
People around, running to stand under a tin
As rain was intensifying; droplets were prickly as pin
How lethargic and torpid? Why he lies still, not saving his skin?

Lying under his tattered and filthy shawl, unaffected by bin's stink
From holes in the shawl evident was his eyes' blink

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