The following post is written by a very dear
friend of mine, Rithika aka Ree aka Batgirl. We studied in the same school for
five years but we met much later. Over time she has become someone whom I am
extremely close to. This poem was written in December and she very kindly
allowed me to publish it on my blog. Please give Rithika a warm welcome people!
The Bilge Master
Love’s Fool
-
Ree
Is
this what plants feel when spring leaves
come
out? A siren call,
promising
you’ll be thick as thieves.
They
say Love makes fools of us all.
It
came inlike a sneaky mole -
funny
that it’s calleda fall,
because
ittookmedown a rabbit hole.
They
say Love makes fools of us all.
I
didn’t know I was easily bruised.
Now
out from under Love’s thrall,
They
say Love makes fools of us all.
Happy
one day, heartbroken another,
I
learnt to build up my walls,
And
how to be my own tether.
Love
made me a Fool after all.
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