Kochi : India | Jul 21, 2012 at 1:13 AM PDT
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The hustle and bustle

of the city

speeding vehicles

hooting and tooting

speeding pedestrians

walking to and fro.

Under the blazing sun

sits a mad man

talking loudly to

himself gesticulating

charcoal black, heavy-built with disheveled

hair, flowing beard

clad in ragged clothes

torn clothes

he continued talking

to himself

loudly more loudly

as if to overcome

the roaring city, melting city

in front.

He cares none

none cares him.

The sun showers fire

on all

including the

mad man

he rests comfortably, conveniently

as if he is under the

shadow of a banyan tree.

I, a pedestrian

among hundreds

talking silently to myself

silently to myself.

The thoughts

not in order

like speeding

thoughts too jump

from one subject

to another.

What about others?

I know not.

What about myself?

I know

I am sane

while the one

talking loudly to himself

is insane.

Watch me

I am well-dressed

hair-cut stylish

clean shaven, gentle

and serious.

He clad in

torn, muddy clothes

with disheveled hair

flowing beard

resting under

the scorching sun.

Silence is golden, as it

makes you sane.

Look, I sweat profusely

not a single bead of sweat

visible on the mad man

yes, I am sane

he is insane.

krsurendran is based in Kochi, Kerala, India, and is an Anchor on Allvoices.
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