I wrote this piece of poetry upon being inspired by some actual encounters. I was going to my school, and as I looked outside the window of the bus, I saw him and got inspired, he was a madman,but he had a beautiful smile. I kept encountering him, I saw him years later when going to college. My brother also saw him and he was also confused about his smiling face. So, I finally got the idea to write a piece of poetry about the life of a madman. Madness is something that is thought to be a disadvantage by many but I beg to differ and this poem presents my view of a madman’s life.
He was a mystery
Walking around the streets.
He had a forgotten history,
An unknown seed.
His beard was long and uncut,
Hair short and dirty.
He was full of dirt,
Absolute lack of courtesy.
He walked fast sometimes and sometimes slow
With eyes following people of the city.
Everyone passed him focused on where they had to go.
That man could not differentiate between ugly or beauty.
His smile was long and consistent,
Ignorance is indeed bliss.
His problems were non existent,
He was not afraid of the dark abyss.
He had nothing to lose or gain,
Begged in the streets all day
Yet his face showed no sign of pain.
He survived without any source of pay.
The people of the city ran
Towards money and happiness.
The madman did not care for what he can
Do and what he can’t, he just lived with madness.
When the world was in a state of division
The madman roamed free with no fear or reaction.
Being mad can sometimes be beneficial
Over those who live a life that is artificial.
© 2016 Abhimanyu Gaur