Go To Some Mental Hospital, Please. Poem by Sahil Sharifdin Bhat

Who grows weeds in his farm?
Who grows thorns in his lawn?
Who prefers barking to sound sleeping?
Who welcomes a noisy swan?

Who tolerates a hundred wounds,
For a five minute silly joy?
Who will fire an obedient servant?
Who will an annoying boss employ?


Dear, I have not learnt ''love''
From Indian serials and cinema.
I have studied Bible, Gita,
Shakespeare, Hardy and Seneca.

''Love must give joy and peace.''
That is love's primary law.
But you have gone mad watching:
Dhoom ta na na na; dhoom ta na na na.

I'm like Bible, Gita or Quran
I want to live in someone's heart.
You are like the daily newspaper
Dear, we two are poles apart.


I am looking for eternal love.
What you have is a mental disease.
You need a doctor, not a lover.
Go to some mental hospital, please.
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SAHIL SHARIFDIN Ëñglísh