When you told me

to keep secrets

I kept them hidden

so deep inside

that I couldn’t find them

to save my own life

and that night

the moon laughed

at my foolishness

for I was crying

over the corpse

of my self-made follies.

Guess that’s what

you made of me

not blind

not selfish

but a god

the god of the foolish.

~~~~~

Asha Seth