A Mad & Maniac Man (The Disturbed Psyche) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A maniac man
Locking and re-locking
The box.

A lone man
Going on the way
And babbling to himself.

Going on the way,
Doing the self-talk,
A strange tryst with destiny.

Destiny’s lone child,
How disturbed and broken is he,
A man of split personality!

He himself the talker,
He himself the listener,
How emotionally disturbed is he!

A poor fellow laden under
The load of life,
Talking and going on the way all alone.