Madman, roadside

Poem

At the wheel,
5 pm evening, nearing sunset,
smooth tarmac.
Hyundai Verna,
smooth as melting butter, 
on a hot pan.
Doing 60,
we glide along, 
the sepentine tarmac.

A madman appears —
torn shirt,
matted, unkempt hair &beard.
Body lathed in grime and dirt.
He walks casually, 
happily entertaining himself.
My friend at the co-passenger seat says —
"These people's life is also amazing, in a way. 
Not a single care in the world."
I let out a deep sigh in agreement.

How much does life have to fuck you,
that you envy even a madman, 
at the side of a road?



~ Shubham Upman