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