Buzz

 

She wafted by crazy and she 
pelted her rigmarole words.
She wore a ragged and frazzled clothes.

She carried a small tore plastic bag.
She never bathed and  slime pasted 
On her body.

Her face was tarnished, 
Teeth was yellowish,
Her hair was not oily.

A fusty winds poured from her body:
She  was too ugly to embrace.
Her flippers were not able to decipher.

 

It was merely a cacophony.
She had quarrelled with somebody
And something.

Spoke to all including plants,beasts.
Buildings and walls.
But she did work hard.

There had no blend of madness.
She asked one rupee per day: everyone
 had seized her to fulfill their needs.

They were shuffled  her to one home
to another;a discriminated attitude
They have to be accused of real madness.