Madness Poem by Pankajam Kottarath

Fullness of the moon painting dreams in his nights
he stood under the heavens and laughed
and appreciated the emptiness of the space.
He stared at the stars, heard rainbows sing
clouds’ whisper and flew with the birds.
He talked to plants, saw flowers meditate,
shades dance and mountains walk
and ebbing tides ran thro’ his veins.

People called him a lunatic.
I believe he is a poet.

His uncle planted trees
or started on fresh things
only in the waxing moon phase
or else they wont flourish, he believed.
The day when moon stood opposite the sun
his granny wouldn’t allow her son to go out
as she predicted his expectant wife to deliver
and then there was this story
that the mad mutt turned into a wolf,
howling at the full moon.

Who is mad? Who is not?