Philosophising the Madness
Capturing this stubburn silence
Seperating those passing achievements
Language without words speak
Madness of study perhaps Foucault did
Breaking the confinement of mind
Reasons that concept of madness insane
Space in society that structures differently
Can it really experience true madness?
Perhaps it is an experience itself
That we can put into practice
History views this madness differently
Where death, folly,confinement and truth lie fully
Death was and is the crux
Where madness does not witness high
There has to be wisdom in making end show
Clouded by deathas the beast at the end
For humans the drama of man’s tussel
Is death as a secret that ia out already
But in madness lies real intelligence
since sanity reaps folly within
It is our own mistake to see
What the reason is in face of madness be.
Confinement is a friend of madness
Sometimes there is no reason to reason
The negetivity of it lies where like animals
We consider madness to have no freedom
Freedom in Renaissance is just a figment
For there are morals, duties and rights in imagination
So reason and its opposite go seperate ways
But fear is of value for it supports reasoning
From fall, madness has drooped to failure
The society shuns it full
Still capturing it to live in itself
Paves way to justify through art and Philosophy