Wisdom of a fool

A ‘wrong’ clouded me

nay, it rained

in full flush

as I saw her beam

literally aura

at the sight of him,

I clenched

fists on the wooden

rod of the bench

as my index ring left red marks

as flowers


to an evening song

inspite of my manicured

feelings for her;

despite my hard wired guts

to remain to secure her

I bore the risk

and let her off


the adoni

of her dreams;

sundering my castle

to the thunders of emotions

I lived, ever since,

a life of wreck

alive yet dead

Then one day

a feeble knock

woke me from

my nighmares

they had turned true

what I saw

was a haggard her

all torched

and sickening blue

akin a bird

snatched of wings

my fist grew hard

left a red mark

on the index of my mind

I broke from twice to millions

my error and my mistake

I did not assist her

with my wisdom

after all!

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Written by Glower4

Glower is a writer cum poet who is a commoner endowed with uncanny gift of extreme and deep abstract thought resulting in astonishing written word.