The Madman on the
Bridge
.
.
There he sits-
The madman on the
bridge,
He doesn't see me
staring
His mind past any
caring,
Clad in but a schoolboy's
pants
With a blue bag on
his knee,
From our rules of
Decency;
He has been set free-
This my madman on
the bridge!
.
There he sits-
The shoeless man on
the bridge
But his feet aren't
planted on the ground;
His mind now deemed
unsound,
By those whose shoes
aren't lost to be found
Why this is so is
a mystery to me
For unlike the multitudes
of the sane
He troubles no one
I can see
This your madman on
the bridge
.
There he sits-
A Madman listening
to a walkman,
Head bobbing in time
to some unknown tune,
As his mind dances
on and on
To the rhythm of some
other song
Which we hear not
yet call so wrong
Completely at peace
with the world,
Perhaps he realizes
something we don't..
Our Madman on the
bridge!
.
There he sits-
Our Merlin on the
bridge,
His mind gone too
far off the edge;
To see the gathering
clouds above,
Just as he ignores
us lesser mortals
With greater stormclouds
within our minds.
Calmer than the calmest
pool in nature
To him all merge together,
past present and future.
This our madman on
the bridge!
.
There he sits-
Our Mystic on the
bridge,
Oblivious to all around
him
And to the raindrops
hitting his skin;
Part of the storm
yet detached
Seeing more than us;
our minds are latched,
As we run for shelter;
only for our flesh
He stays, one with
the universe;
The madman on the
bridge!
.
There he sits-
This madman on the
bridge,
To us his world he
doesn't show;
Offers no glimpse
of the infinite
To satiate our troubled
souls
As his tune he begins
to hum, we ask,
Is he an atavism or
the shape of things to come?
This our madman on
the bridge!!
by Yudisthra
8th Jan 1998