Bhangedi Saheb

Bhangedi sahib, Having taken bhang, Says he that he has Shivaji’s buti, A herbal paste And having taken the pills Or with sugar, Goes he silly and nonsensical, Saying the things of The sub-conscious and the unconscious. His mind getting lifted and lifted above And he sailing through, The mind rotating And he feeling giddy not, But getting lost and lost To dwell apart, One day willing not to return home too, Telling the tales of the ghosts, Smiling and going helplessly on the roads Oblivious of it all.