He was the best man I knew,
A born diplomat,
A self made man, full of content,
He stayed away from others, isolated,
Like living of an island of colors,
Where thrives only joy,
And no time to be sad,
He was never greedy, never angry,
And never was he tensed,
Always calm and thoughtful...
People never knew him...
Neither did they want to.
So they called him mad.
But he seemed happy at it.
Still they put him in a cell...
A cell made of hell
I never felt the same way...
Never did I call him a mad.
Still was happy putting him in the cell....
The same cell as mine!!!!
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