Innate, the heart pines to drown
Doomed to entomb in arid grounds
Treading the traps of ruse and lust
A slip, a stagger, in gore and dust
Time and again, the glim ignites
Doggedly naive, the dreamer fights
Quashing the squall of stale despair
Braiding the ballad of yearning, bare
YOU ARE READING
The Fool
PoetryA poem for the Wattpad contest on the topic: Out of The Ashes, Arose a Hero #WattpadIndia #JUMPSTART
