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
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The Fool
PoetryA poem for the Wattpad contest on the topic: Out of The Ashes, Arose a Hero #WattpadIndia #JUMPSTART