In A Fit Of Madness Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

A kind of madness grips me
I am unable to choose, offer or reject
The moments that are rapidly flying by
I am unable to chase
Instead
I feel like stretching on the floor
Extend all my limbs taut and then roll into a ball
I have to master this spring action
I want to be the watch spring that shows
The passage of time and lets me read the moments
That is rapidly flying by, and I need not give a chase

The Moon spots exist
Why do they exist no one knows
A scrubber used to erase them would clean
The surface of the Moon to get a better shine
Or use the heat of the sun to burn the dark spots
Once more, I am required to choose
I cannot decide because I am out of my mind
Roaming in space unchecked

I have yet to sip the tea I prepared
With ginger and honey
To ease my breathing and clear my lungs
Perhaps you do not know
I can be lightly mad or mad
But not wholly mad
I am that clever you know