Emotional Asylum

Come out, Come back, How long you’ll remain in an emotional asylum? Though all the fine artists and the poets, Created their works of art in an emotional asylum, But it was written in their fates, They will remain away from the home, In a world of fairy lands, Where there are dreams, A garden of flowers, With sweet songs of the birds, And an amazing greenery, Where one becomes a part of an enchanting scenery, Where emotional needs are fulfilled, By the friends and admirers, They enjoyed a bigger family, And they performed for a bigger audience, And the readers, They were born artists. When I see the nature’s art, I find nature is the best artist, Was He in an emotional asylum? When He created these marvels of art, Was He frustrated by someone? Who it can be? He was all alone, Was He frustrated by He Himself? Is He still in an emotional asylum? I see the universe is still dynamic, Every day a new work of art is unveiled, Let Him remain there in an asylum, He is the one, Who writes His fate Himself! Now I understand the need of sins, If He will come back, We will not be here to watch, A cold and static universe!