FOOL OF THE DAY

Fools are somewhat like the buds
That blossom into the flowers
Then spreading their fragrance
That lasts only for a few hours

Then they vanish all of a sudden
Still their scent is quite pleasant
That fills the minds with ecstasy
Even though brains seems vacant

As the senses evaporates fast
Even their odours sublimes soon
Wisdom is blocked all through
Towards intellect they’re immune

As on them no treatment works
Because their source isn’t traced
And quite a few examples they’ve
The fool’s flattered when praised

Again trying to name a few more
They accept undue rewards and fame
And seem happy and fool around
Wonder they don’t have any shame

Often we’re in habit of self praise
Most of us try to be clever and wise
No one just wants to accept the truth
Own intellect one never assess or revise

Their reason of pleasure is also queer
Laugh and muse at failures of other
And act overconfident and over smart
But of the own losses, they hardly bother

And it is over these wise fools
That my psyche amuses and drools
And doing this I am a fool no less
As to wisdom even I don’t have access

Let’s amuse on our mistakes and folly
So that our hearts are light and mood’s jolly
And if I am not clear as to what I wanna say
You may take me as the FOOL of the day