Love is a wonder drug.
Who knows when and how
one takes to it or just gives in...?
Who is not a slave to love?
Once one burgles your mind
and makes off with your dear heart
not always at the dead of night
or in lie-in cozy wee hours;
will you freeze the burglar out?
Even if the person is caught in red-hand?
Will you raise an alarm or call in police
or allow the booty to be decamped free of uproar?
PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
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