The mad have no caste
nor religion.They transcend
gender, live outside
ideologies.
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Part 2 The people, whom we call mad are far better human beings than us, who we think are sane and sober: The mad have no caste nor religion.They transcend gender, live outside ideologies. We do not deserve their innocence.“
Another masterly stroke from the great poet. A statement of severe, gruesome introspection “The mad are not Mad like us”
The madman going. Have you felt his life? How mad is he? Under the moonlit skies He walking, Walking and talking And going all alone. But we, We more mad than them, What mad people, mad people are we, Say you!
Part 3 We think, their faculties are deficient. But the fact? they alone can hear ants sing in a chorus. Such marvellous expression, an unseen metaphor of rarity.