Madness, True and Fake

I couldn't find true madness,
So I didn't become mad;
I saw fake madness all over,
I couldn't find a real one.

Some are mad for wealth,
Some others for glory;
Some turn mad with poverty,
Some others for aesthetic forms.

Siva, the maddest of the mad,
He, the one Who drinks poison;
Rejects elixir,
Leaving a palace of gold,
Enjoys abode in a Shamshan.

----Author Unknown

Shyam Sunder Das Baul, ever so soaring on the Anandalahari, Ghunguru and vocals.