The Lunatic by Laxmi Prasad Devkota

The Lunatic



Surely, my friend, insane am I

Such is my plight.



I visualize sound.

I hear the visible.

And fragrance I taste.

And the ethereal is palpable to me.

Those things I touch--

Whose existence the world denies,

Of whose shape the world is unaware.

I see a flower in the stone--

when wavelet-softened pebbles on the water's edge,

In the moonlight,

While the enchantress of heaven is smiling unto me.

They exfoliating, mollifying,

Glistening and palpitating,

Rise before my eyes like ton...