Madness

by Ashoke Bhattacherjee

Let us be madmen,
Because sanity sells its flesh on the streets.
Let us be mad,
Because reason usurps even the last morsel
From the orphans' mouth,
To drape its gilded palaces
With the glitter of inanimate metals.
Let us be mad,
And talk to the walls at night,
Because the ears of sanity
Hear only the jingle of coins
And the applause of the herd.
Let us be mad,
And ravage through the sands of time
To discover a forgotten tune,
Because reason will only throw the sand
Into the eyes of those
Who dare to peep into its soul.
Let us be mad,
But let us not forget to pin our hopes
Onto the walls of tomorrow,
As reason will only use the pins
To puncture those hearts
That still beat,
That still bleed.

About the Author

Doctoral Fellow at IIM Bangalore. Preparing for a career in academics which will ensure a life bereft of any hectic schedule to savour beauty, music, literature, poetry, love and life.