Frustrated I stood in front br of the God to Pray, br And asked him why lunatics br are increasing day by day. br Why there is scarcity br of people in a synagogue, br Why popping up of br Prozac is in a vogue. br Why people look as they br are coming from morgue, br Why all minds are clouded br by the depression’s fog. br br Then, God appeared suddenly br with his mischievous smile, br And he started to speak br in his inimitable style: br br “Son! this earth is nothing br but asylum of the universe br But for marketing my poets br described it in beautiful verse. br But most fools are the people br who claim to be wise, br And labors to turn this asylum br in a pretty paradise. br But thing which fills me br with a gaiety and mirth, br Is your construction of an br asylum within an asylum earth.” br br “Do you know why this asylum br earth is devoid of joy and fun? br Because men who turned wise br are poisoned or shot by guns. br Unless and until you br immediately rectify your error, br This earth cannot be freed from br madness, anxiety and terror. br Benumbed by god’s answer br I immediately left his premise, br In order to prevent becoming br one more mad wise.