No Fool At Heart

Punch raised his bare fists high into the midnight sky reached for the stars and was struck down by a comet Knuckle busted on impact he licked his harsh wounds Always one to wear his heart on his tongue he salivated as the mix of metallic blood and spittle brazened the beat He had always thought of himself as a courageous fighter carefully planed his training regime and muscled his way in between fascination and reason to applause of the crowds who beguiled by his belligerence placed bets on how long he would stay on his feet before biting the dust in the ring To every one’s surprise he removed the padded head gear ‘A fool’s cap’ he shouted ‘there’s no need to soften the blows’ ‘It’s all in the mind’ and on that matter his swollen brain jelled with jester’s resolve and stamina of a mad man let off the leash The countdown still ticked when he woke up deluded but calm His heart pounded stronger than ever before and life support tubes danced with electric convulsions and adrenaline rush Through the one eye not bashed in he taunted the doctors to switch off the machines now for his next fight was near ‘My heart may be foolish but life without passion is dead’ 11th February 2021