Mad Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Mad, the word that glorifies me
Philosophers and poets feel comfortable
To hear word like mad as Accolade for them.
As a poet, me waiting for this word to hear
From my close friends and relatives.
A Lover prefers to be addressed
Him as A mad in Love.
Mad Poet sounds pleasing to my ears
That really does glorify me
A sense of honour resided in this word
Ego free identity reflects in mad
Me...mad for a moment
When I scribble poetry.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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2019....April 24...10.08pm