The Mad Poet

Look He's Dumb

2012-06-27T10:01:00.002-07:00

He cannot speak of your exquisite beauty

Nor commend on your gentleman ship Sir!

No he is not rude and cruel

Just a suffers of nature’s stir

Stands in silence his mouth gone numb

Look! He’s Dumb

The joy of commune was not to be his

But a life of silent pain

Pain so deep, yet untold

Increase! As he tries to cry in vain

Words elude him, he tries for some

Look! He is dumb

Lost in emotions he cannot convey

Only his tears tell his tale

How he yearns to say but Alas!

His hard tough tries fail

To his miseries in mystery his fate will succumb

Look! He is dumb!

Look He's My Father

2012-06-07T16:50:00.000-07:00

Wisdom he basks, I will never achieve
Choices so wise, seem so difficult to me
Look at thee! Looking plain and thoughtless
While a thousand thoughts his umpteen minds retrieve
Sitting with a melancholy smile, he sees farther
He’s my real man, Look! He’s is my father

In the walks of the world, he may not be much
But he is the world to me
I yearn to remember his strong touch
Held with I was, learned to walk from thee
A silent watchful protector, looks at me, power I gather
He’s the strongest man on Earth! Look! He’s my Father

I would not have sufficed to survive
His experiences helped me through
He may not teach pupils
He invisibly taught me through
He knows it all, I wish to earn him laughter
He’s an Idol! My Ideal! Look!He is my Father

Look He's A Beggar

2012-05-22T11:03:00.000-07:00

Sitting on the nook, the roughs of the road

Bears an attire, dusty rags, torn robes

Once they were glossy, washed in petrol

Now looks aghast, spooky than a troll

Life undefined, death certain to trigger

He begs for alms, Look He’s a beggar

Once he was rich, a man among Lords

Infamy Now withdrawn, he sleeps In the yards

Unholy were his traits for refused to give

Today, yearning to be given, gorging garbage to live

Punished by the gods, he kept a selfish ledger

He Begs for alms! Look he’s a beggar

He ate roast lamb, Now seeks stale bread

Kicked the lowly hard, Now takes looks he would dread

In spite of his plight I feel his lasting pain

Lost in despair, belly, back, one plane

May god forgive thy soul, spare thee to nature

He begs for alms, Look he’s a beggar

Look He's Blind

2012-05-20T09:19:00.000-07:00

A stick in his hands, finding his path

His life in darkness, adapted to its wrath

There is no hope left, in pupils burnt

Moisture has dried, iris bears a shunt

All crevices to him are selfishly unkind

There he walks alone, Look he’s blind

Once he fought wars, and saved many lives

Respected among fellows, radiated power vibes

There was one battle more, he was yearned upon to win

A scar but he incurred, a reimbursement for his sin

Jeered along on the roads, he cannot fight but grind

His teeth in vain, frets in pain, Look He’s blind

He tries to weep, his soul so torn

Tears bereaved long ago, he tries in vain, so worn

For the glories he thought were acts of vendetta

He was punished from above from crossing all moral mete

He drinks alone, drinks to death, regrets his life rewind

Life gone blind, Soul gone blind…. Look he’s blind