Madman Of My Streets Poem by Neeraj Nawaz

Ask that madman of my streets
who narrates tales in the language
of laughs and perplexing words
which an obtuse like me never gets.
Ask him! The Secret of Living and
the story of his unanswered laughs.

Are his laughs omens of happiness
or he has learned the art of carving?
Beauty out of miseries and sorrows.
Which are ominous to us somehow!
Mysterious is every emotions on his face
Scattering Laughs through the dried lips

He has lost the masks which are a part of us
and is carrying naked face with chapped feet
He rests on the banks of loneliness like we are
In a crowded festival of love and deception
Is the world of peace and laughs deception to him?
or his every laugh is the cry of helplessness?