Monday, June 3, 2019

Me, a fool? (S)

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