time has come
let's whoop it up
throughout this day
of instant fame
greeted with some
pictures in vain
i'm flustered—i didn't
see your name
waiting for you
to come that day
all heard was nay
what is to blame
if i yearn for some
to happen today—
wish you
remembered
my birthday
YOU ARE READING
Fools
PoetryA collection of poetry found its way juxtaposed with short works of prose, conveying talks about what comprises the life of a fool, what it takes to be such, and whatnots in between. Fools is a book of poems and prose alike, dedicated for those who...
