MADNESS
Keep calling me mad
It has become a fad
But time flies by
with my trait of shy
Love hidden in madness
My biggest sadness
My tears made dry
To smile I try
Now when I smile
Love flies from miles
I still am mad
It is all I had
To hide my love
I am not a dove
To be touched and petted
Kissed and then regretted
But mark my words
May sound absurd
When I do die
You all will cry
Love made me mad
Soul truly glad.
©sunita grover raina2022
25/05/22
India.
photo credit net
