Hormones - Poem by Bijay Poudel
There is a hormone that can make you happy,
and a next one that can turn you sad.
These potions running open in my veins,
framing my destiny to be good or bad.
For every of my emotions,
a specific hormone can be deduced.
A hormone that can baffle me,
a hormone that has left me amused.
These hormones with their reactions and transactions,
Creating a sort of chemical game.
And my philosophical pursuit might be a mere chemistry,
among these hydrocarbons that I can never escape.
Today some hormones that have over spilled,
has left me to pathetically realize,
If I am a man with a free will,
or a chemical product, spiritually disguised.
Oh my readers don’t blame me,
For composing a poetry this rude,
For you might now know the real culprit,
The hormonal rush inside the hood.
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