When he was sent to jail
The warder did decree
His cell should be
Perfectly circular.
I attribute his madness
To this encircling doom.
For in his room
Not driven into corners,
He compulsively
Groped for the centre -
Thus did he enter
The orbed madhouse.
Ananta Madhavan
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