A Fool's Brain Poem by Susmit Panda

A fool's brain has a plenteous space;
Of the entwined world he is not sound,
Of perils and pounce that may fall apace,
Of sinisters to which each modesty is bound;
What a footfall could fetch he is unaware,
Therefore he puts the corns to reckless use;
Toil and turmoil are beyond his strict care,
There's no devil fancy for his mind to muse;
To tongue out oaths is his easeful artistry,
To devour profits presents no hesitance,
To abhor he has every riling Hell's mastery,
To Loss he unknowingly grants visitance;
There's no haunt of hound in this hare,
There's no hint with him how poisons are stirred,
Lacking every ken he has the child's speeding dare,
Strange-grown pinions have made him a bird;
This brain has no cabin for no choking entity,
There's enough hall in it to provide for Eternity