The madman of Laitumkhrah
goes to the local post office
to post his letter to the sky.
‘A letter to the sky, how much? '
To humour him, they say,
‘One rupee... one rupee for a letter to the sky.'
He tenderly puts the letter in a white envelope,
writes down his address
and puts it in a red box,
pretty sure it would be delivered to the sky.
After a few days he returns:
‘No reply has come to my house,
has it come to the post office? '
The clerk says with a smile,
‘Nothing has come, perhaps in a while.'
To her colleagues she says,
‘He sends a letter to the sky and expects a reply,
imagine, a letter to the sky and he expects a reply!
Poor, poor fool! Mad! Mad! Mad! '
And they laugh at the lunatic, they pity him,
and they go to their places of worship,
and they pray to their gods in the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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