The mad man beside the street
Face covered with creases,
Looks blank, void of past or present
Mumbling away as he sits in his tent.
Taking the laughs of children,
Hatred looks of grown ups too,
With an indifference that no one else
can take the way he does with such ease.
One day I heard him shouting
To himself with none around
“Oh God! Take all the riches away
All the problem will go away”
Sensing the deep meaning of these lines
Coming so innocently from a man mad,
I was forced to think that,
Crazy is who? This person laughed at
Or the people looking at him, laughing away…
Day 15 of ultimate blog challenge.