an asylum

Captivated by the garden, sniffed the redolence
exquisite it feels still quietness scream
mesmerized by the serene ambiance
perplexed when thought this is an asylum

Saw a person with face pale and eyes bewildered
felt pity on him was able to empathize
green empty bench was the place where we settled
"Why you are here?" was what i catechize

Astonishingly he replied "that's indecorous
but still will give you the answer"
'Am I a mad' i thought and was sacrilegious,
ashamed on being called as a foster

His Father wanted him to be his own copy of xerox
His Mother would have him the image of her father
His Brother wants a athlete, what a paradox
His Sister thinks his husband is a perfect example

Be it teachers, professors or friends every1
wants to have him as their reflection
of his own face in the mirror
and it does nothing but adds his perplexion

Therefore he came to this place
finds more sane here out of the world
atleast he can be himself and can find solace
far from the civilized world

All of a sudden he asked
'what propelled you to this place?'
was this due to education or u being good nurtured
i replied 'No i am a visitor searching solace'

The last reply made me numb
blocked my thoughts which always stands tall
"Oh you live in the biggest sanitarium
which is on the other side of the wall"