Heart Is Foolish Poem by Shreej k.c

A heart that is full
explodes, spilling blood all year round
still sustaining it's volume.
If it chooses this first day of April
to ooze out it's amorous desire,
it's just a wimpy head saving it's ego.

A heart that is full
is helpless, hiding it's feelings
ever searching for a way to exude.
If it plays safe,
it's just a player slaying the game.

A heart that is full
is foolish, not just April
but May, June, July...fool.
If it fakes fulgent,
it's just fooling around.

Don't fall!