Supriya Prathapan Poems
It is a feeling which cannot be explained,
When your mind stops working and your heart is over-strained.
You are in a state of absolute delight,
And the face of your beloved always blurs your sight.
When poetry comes naturally,
And sleep eludes regularly,
When walking turns into prancing,
And you feel like singing and dancing.
When your beloved’s comfort and happiness becomes your obsession,
And your reason is repeatedly kicked by your passion.
Then ‘Love’ is the name of your condition,
For which there is only one prescribed medication:
'An equal ...
Anything in excess is bad,
But an excess of wealth, never makes a mortal sad.
Alas! A human being is never satisfied,
His needs, wants and desires are rarely ever gratified.
A humble abode, he always resents,
For comfort and relaxation, he needs a luxury apartment.
Expensive gems and gyms, take care of his health,
Friends and females, flatters and fine people, are all lured by his wealth.
Designer clothes and accessories affect his deportment,