The Fart of Preaching!

There’s a lot different,
between a mad man and a rabid dog!
I only write but he can bite!

People say, I always hear,
life is tough and how fed up they are!
Being less fed, can they bear?

You like lights in the dark,
even behind the eyelids that you close!
Why be in dark when its open?

People see the exterior,
and then comment about your interior!
Now, what do they show?

You walk alone for a while,
and then mourn a lot on this loneliness!
Why would a pen work ink-less?

People say “excuse me”,
so timid, afraid of the obstructor’s glare!
Cant they look him in the eye?

You cease at the immediate goal,
wary and knowing of capable goals ahead!
Why flush when its not over?

People love the constant sea,
yet scrutinize precious life in its monotony!
Don't they mind the stark irony?

There’s a lot different,
between a mad man and a rabid dog!
my barks unheeded but his are not!