Frustrated I stood in front <br />of the God to Pray, <br />And asked him why lunatics <br />are increasing day by day. <br />Why there is scarcity <br />of people in a synagogue, <br />Why popping up of <br />Prozac is in a vogue. <br />Why people look as they <br />are coming from morgue, <br />Why all minds are clouded <br />by the depression’s fog. <br /> <br />Then, God appeared suddenly <br />with his mischievous smile, <br />And he started to speak <br />in his inimitable style: <br /> <br />“Son! this earth is nothing <br />but asylum of the universe <br />But for marketing my poets <br />described it in beautiful verse. <br />But most fools are the people <br />who claim to be wise, <br />And labors to turn this asylum <br />in a pretty paradise. <br />But thing which fills me <br />with a gaiety and mirth, <br />Is your construction of an <br />asylum within an asylum earth.” <br /> <br />“Do you know why this asylum <br />earth is devoid of joy and fun? <br />Because men who turned wise <br />are poisoned or shot by guns. <br />Unless and until you <br />immediately rectify your error, <br />This earth cannot be freed from <br />madness, anxiety and terror. <br />Benumbed by god’s answer <br />I immediately left his premise, <br />In order to prevent becoming <br />one more mad wise. <br /> <br />Dr Hitesh C Sheth <br /> <br />11/01/2009<br /><br />Dr Hitesh Sheth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/asylum-earth/
