Madness

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A protest poem and a poignant verse by Anoucheka, in Different Truths.

Man is mad,

So it would seem

He births exalts at it

Enjoys, uses, and even abuses

To the extent of feeling dejected

At the time of realising how much

He loses, in the very end!

 

A soul he is, inhabiting a body

A body he has, driven by senses

A being he is, depending on his heart

An existence he has been willed, void and meaningless

A conscience, which even if it keeps knocking

Is never taken into consideration!

 

Rather, Man makes it a must

A duty even,

To follow the sick routines of life

To be one among the millions

To live like the mad!

 

Man exalts so much at himself

That he cares not if his feet

Trample on flowers

Causing them pain as they die

He cares not if his wastes

Contribute to the murder of Mother Earth

By injecting in her throat more and more of toxins

He worries not if he uses too much

Of that which offers Earth

He sees not that someday

Because of him

No one will be able to enjoy the glow of the rainbow!

 

Man, in the very end, remains an unborn child

A foetus shrouded in the dark comfort of a womb

Man sees not that which surrounds him

Man sees not the courage of the one who carried him

Man cares not about it

Man cares only about himself

Still, like his birth bid him to,

He shall have his eyes opened someday

And then,

He shall come to realise

How mad he had been all this time

How childish

How blind

How absolutely selfish

How very evil!

 

Man is mad,

So it would seem!

©Anouchika Gangabisoon

Photos from the internet.

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Anoucheka Gangabissoon is a primary school educator in Mauritius. She writes poems and short stories on a wide range of subjects. She publishes regularly on online poetry sites and manages her own poetry blog. She has published a collection of poems in print, in her country, titled “Awakened Fancies.”