The mad man went on speaking
He couldn’t stop his chatting,
Commenting, arguing, complaining,
Comparing, judging and claiming.
He earned my sympathy
He sensed my empathy
And he started laughing
Saying words with meaning.
“Hearing noisy words of mine
You label me quick insane
Your mind does the same
Yet you think you are sane”.
His words wounded my pride
Turned my attention inside
There I did the same rubbish
Nothing stopped as I wish.
My inner state was very bad.
Truth made me really sad
Losing ego all I had
I stopped calling anyone mad
- N.Ganeshan
Very good poem. Makes thinking.
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Profound paradigm professes in this poem. Yes, indeed critique should not hurt others. Look thyself policy is always noble logic. God Bless You.
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Wow what a lovely poem. You are so gifted Ganesan sir
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