Love Is An Addict... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

I’d like to harvest the hearts,
So I can make millions of tart,
Love is a great compulsory addict,
To make the people sick to the core,

Love thy enemies is the best of all diction,
Echoed through the mountainous cliffs,
Surrounded by the flowerless deserts,
To convert the people to be weak,

To find the peace in other people,
Not in their own, many in trouble,
Rearing the greatest addict as their pet,
Can’t sleep at night, disturbed by this evil,

Can’t do whatever they like to do,
Have to follow the rules of this pest,
Not to hurt the hearts of neighbors,
People have fallen into the deepest holes,

Crying pitifully for the hands to pull them out,
Love is the lousiest word to mention,
As it always hurts the people who love it,
They are on the streets, roaming as the beggars,

Have lost their precious valuables to this,
Mafia supported Lords, they kneel down,
For the grace, always scheme to be too good,
Love is the dirtiest word, for it makes a heart,

To be vandalized with scribbles and wounds,
Love is an addict and an addiction to everyone,
No antidote found to cure one from being addicted.
Love is too dangerous, when mishandled with hearts involved.