Stupid Fool

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"Stupid Fool" 

By: Khatoon Hazara 

 

Because of him, I cower in fear 

The tasteless fruit of the chrysanthemum tree 

 

He looks a white glow, an orb of clear crystals on top of the world 

Tell me, dear traitor 

 

What are you doing here? 

Why do you tempt me so? 

 

I never fancied you, nor will I ever 

From a fruit on a tree, you came to me in a dream 

 

I've hated you since 

But now, somehow I can't move away from you 

 

I don't know what you did 

What sorcery you planted on me 

 

Somehow the only thing I had been anticipating was that day you fell in the fire 

The fire would've consumed you 

 

And yet, you survived 

I pushed you in 

 

I pushed you in and you survived 

Your friend is my lover 

 

You imbicile 

You uncoordinated fool 

 

Your sense of wit is a nuisance 

And your aura is not compatible with mine 

 

Your energy Is distracting 

And the food you cook is distasteful 

 

Your sorcery is as rotten as a peeled onion whose encasement was of 30 years prior to it's picking 

I wish you dead 

 

But that's something close to blessing from me  

And for you I have no doubts satan would gladly let you join his cult