Love Is A Wonder Drug! Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

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?