Perhaps,
Yes,
I am a fool
I am a fool
For still believing
In myself
I am a fool
For the days I lived
And
The days I didn’t
I am a fool
For the stories
I dared to tell
I am a fool
For the stories
I never told
I am a fool
To try
To be just,
Even to those –
Who were
To me,
Oh,
Brutally unjust
I am a fool
For the proposals I rejected,
Never made,
And refused to proceed on
I am a fool
For building imaginations
Around people who
Rejected me
I am a fool
For still waiting
For impossibles
To happen
I am a fool
For the decisions I made,
And
Didn’t make
I am a fool
For my love
For my life
I am a fool
For my dreams
For my visions
I am a fool
For believing
That I am
Still
‘Normal’
I am a fool
For things
I didn’t do,
Couldn’t do,
Refused to do,
Believed I shouldn’t do
I am a fool
To continue
To believe
In patience
I am a fool
For my ‘cowardice’
In firmly pursuing
What I believe right
I am a fool
For living in places
That make
Even ‘normal’
For me,
‘Impossible’
I am a fool
For refusing
To ‘eat’
What
People usually ‘eat’,
In ‘deep hunger’
I am a fool
For waiting for,
And trying to achieve,
‘Something’
That I value,
And rejecting everything else
I am a fool
For my broken friendships
I am a fool
For believing
That words
Are medicines
I am a fool
For my silence
I am a fool
For my words
I am a fool
For being what I am,
Or,
Perhaps,
For what you see I am
Muhammed Sabith is an independent journalist, researcher and educator from Kerala. He currently works as guest faculty at Pondicherry University’s Mahe Centre, Mahe. His writing has appeared in The Wire, The Hoot, Milli Gazette, Tehelka and others.
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