MADNESS

Life is no more a crispy cracker

Here in this sullen weather

With a dusty sanctorum and a glossy outer;

Where we miss all that fever

To elicit even an empty blabber

From heart’s outer chamber ;

Lying on the floor of a shrinking earth

We watch fallstreak holes above

Without knowing  a lurking death ;

When Ebola and  AIDS

strike at the root of our new birth.

Are we a receding generation

Missing real madness in life ?

Lost in din of a long fruitless strife ?

Missing the madness --

To  hug Mars and Moon;

To  ride  a rainbow

Or be in love with self

Or someone else late or soon;

The madness to live or die for a cause

The madness to work with a meaningful  pause !

Where is that song of life? That hunt for the truth, whole?

Aren’t we a generation with a dying lyricism of the soul?

COMP. N COPY RIGHT : SAROJ K. PADHI, 06/11/14