What do I say?
What should I call, myself?
A fool?
Why do I love someone?
Why do I fall for someone?
Why do I hurt myself?
Over and over again.
Because I am a fool.
Time and again
I feel I have found my love
But, none can hold -
a passing breeze, can they?
I am here holding onto my breath
for want of love
and, to be fooled again.
Copyright @ Ajay Pai 29th May 2019
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