Happy-Risky Journey.... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

I fall in love like a child stumbles.
I venture through prickly brambles
just to have my dream blackberry.
Some fresh bruises mark an adventure of late.
I wish I could give only half heart
I would then have it just half-burnt.
As I am such an odd make
and since the time unknown
so hell-bent to commit often blunders;
I plunge into the Moon-lit mouth
of a deep pit and love to get lost
for some time and I get more fond of
this down journey on each failure!