Mental Asylum Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

I am a psycho,
perhaps you don't know.
I can adjust with none,
so my night never ends up in dawn.
I search my friends on and on-
like temporary ripples they are forever gone.
I search for truth, love and peace
but lie, hate and war bury my wish.
I search for light.
With the blowing wind my candles do fight.
I search for life,
when the world plays with gun and knife.
When I want to escape,
the mad guys change my color and shape!