The unhinged
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Who would listen to a madman's plight....... no one, this poem depends on your perception, i wrote it few months ago, hope you guys enjot it ☺☺😊 ©

The unhinged

"Oh! heed, oh! heed", he cried and squealed, purring and mumbling all footsteps retreat.

"Oh! heed, oh! heed", he cried and squealed, purring and mumbling all footsteps retreat. Halted thus one, clutched mother's hand, "move along child, he's a madman" she said.

No mindfulness and no regard, was paid to that man, every word of his; barred.

"Oh! heed, oh! heed", he yelped and howled, "there's gonna be a fiya, it's no foul".

"Oh! heed, oh! heed", he yelped and howled, "there's gonna be a fiya, it's no foul". King on his horse, proud and valour, " what's he babbling again", was all he conversed.

Hubbubs of name calling, followed by squashed up snickers,

Hubbubs of name calling, followed by squashed up snickers, was all they bestowed to him in answer.

"Oh! heed, oh! heed", he yelled and squalled, " mind me warnin', there's going to be an assail".

"Oh! heed, oh! heed", he yelled and squalled, " mind me warnin', there's going to be an assail". Tottering and swaying, he reached elitist wenches, not heeding out, instead accorded him with screaming.

Water, hollering, garbage to shoo him away,

Water, hollering, garbage to shoo him away, wailed and wailing on he went, no one heard his beckoning trail.

"Oh! heed, oh! heed," he bawled and bleat, "not my fallacious mind; i heard them speak."

"Oh! heed, oh! heed," he bawled and bleat, "not my fallacious mind; i heard them speak." Pity some felt, rendered some pelf, none he desired, only wanted some ears.

His continual phrases he uttered with plea, but everyone looked with absurdity.

"Oh! heed, oh! heed," he weeped and mewled, "It's true, true, listen to mine call."

"Oh! heed, oh! heed," he weeped and mewled, "It's true, true, listen to mine call." Wry faces, frowns, scorns and callous stares, embosomed him, wherever he gazed.

What plight was he in, and so were the people.

"Oh! hedd, oh! heed,"he sobbed and yawped, " Fire, atta...," "oh stop this crap,"

"Oh! hedd, oh! heed,"he sobbed and yawped, " Fire, atta...," "oh stop this crap," clamoured and howled the crowds, narked and fed up, they demanded the action of the lord.

"Oh! heed, oh! heed," he kept on puling, as they pushed him along, on hangman's knot,

"Oh! heed, oh! heed," he kept on puling, as they pushed him along, on hangman's knot, crowd urged and king was known for being *just and placid*.

The monarch announced his empty misdeed, 'muddle-head was he' was all his crime.

"Oh! heed, oh! heed," he howled, "hang him, hang him," the crowd sang their own chords.

"Oh! heed, oh! heed," he howled, "hang him, hang him," the crowd sang their own chords. "Fiya, fiya, assail, assail," he kept on repeating the words he last said.

"Oh! heed, oh! he-" the noose went tight, distant screams, shouts, rubble and cacophonies, flash in discern.

"Oh! heed" his last words escaped his lips hoarsely,

"Oh! heed" his last words escaped his lips hoarsely, as his lifeless eyes watch what he warned off quietly.

Note:- The line i used *just and placid* was taken from the poem "the melon city by vikram seth", The king was known for his justice and always being right but he wasn't, i loved this and wanted to use it in my poetry πŸ˜Šβ˜ΊπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜„

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