This World Is A Madhouse. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

This world is a madhouse
And I am in a straitjacket.
Of course it loosens up....
When there is an uniform to wear
When there is work.

Still at times
When a sweet holy nectar
Pours down the throat
I sit back
And Grief of unmet expectations
Rushes over....

A bone twitches, a pain surface
So that I don't have to
Painfully look for pain.
But that remains only the beginning
Of the cure.

Then as disease surface,
I take medication....
And the path to cure continues.