A Mad Man Under The Canopy Of The Night Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A mad man under the canopy of the night,
The attic of the open skies
Full of stars and the moon
Shining up above,
The stars twinkling.

But the mad man smiling
By himself in the rags
And talking to himself,
Babbling by, muttering
And murmuring.

A mad man
With the hair grown up
And bearded,
Clumsy and torn,
Muttering to himself.

Under the open skies
Full of stars and the moon,
He babbling by himself,
Muttering and pattering
And smiling.

Talking nonsense,
Calling night as day,
Oblivious of time sometimes,
Smiling and pattering out
In the rags and clumsy clothes.