Sunday, August 14, 2005

The Lunatic

He was the best man I knew,
A born diplomat.
A self made man, full of content.
He stayed away from others, isolated,
Like living on an island of colors,
Where thrives only joy,
And no time to be sad.
He was never greedy, never angry,
And never was he tensed.
Always calm and thoughtful...
People never knew him...
Neither did they want to.
So they called him mad..
But he seemed happy at it.
Still they put him in a cell..
A cell made in hell
I never felt the same way...
Never did I call him mad.
Still I was happy putting him in the cell...
The same cell as mine!!!

2 comments:

~*. D E E P A .* ~ said...

neither do i call u mad

fjm said...

typical jaggu work...reminds me of your previous ones at college...