When the diseased mind <br />Talks to the wind <br />Torn leaves <br />Turn into swinging shadows. <br />The body sways <br />Along with the <br />Whispered tunes. <br />Glistening like gems <br />Dew drops cling <br />To the soft grass <br />And swim <br />In the morning sunshine. <br />The howling faces startle the heart. <br />Birds take off with a start from the giant tree. <br />As condition worsens <br />Siva performs <br />The Ballet of death <br />Nerves jump <br />Eyes set ablaze. <br />Seven tuskers rush into my arms. <br />I cleave asunder <br />The drama of light and darkness. <br />Electric impulses <br />Bring to a standstill <br />My bizarre orchestra.<br /><br />Syed Ahmed Shah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/schizophrenia-by-deepa-thakuria-translated-from-assamese/
