An Encounter With Mad Man Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

AN ENCOUNTER WITH MAD MAN
While I am walking proudly on the road.
A mad grabbed my neck from behind
Enquired me with bloody red eyes.
Who are you to create the truth....?
That too is for your own benefit.

'Run away oh mad, I will hit...'
I threatened him with a shout
He laughed aloud and asked
'Who is mad you or me....? '
'Stand before mirror asked to yourself '
Flavour of flesh of innocent animals
That you enjoy in name of sacrifice.
Killing His own creations to please Him
Aren't you superior to God himself...?
Your society retains power
To burn alive bride with dead husband.
Have ever noticed yet, cruel crocodile...
Killing and eating its own generation.
Oh what a sound mind, you all do have!
Killing millions of your own destiny in name of
Religion and race, nationality and sovereignty
Don't, you feel any shame...yet
To rationalise crime against humanity
With interpretation of your cruel logic.
Still, you dare to call me Insane.....
I am human with alive volcano
Boiling lava inside me... going to
Explode over all of you.....'
He cried aloud ha ha ha...
I felt the sky cracked with his laugh
Now it is my turn away from his grip

What an encounter with a mad!
I enquired with myself..who is mad he or me?
One who manipulates morality for one's benefit or
One who explodes philosophy in unconscious state.