There has never been a time
or will there be a time,
when my heart will allow me
to love less or reciprocate less
like what I get.
My heart palpitating, at the sight of love.
Regardless of how it treats me,
has become my daily meal.
Insensating my love hormones.
rendering me inert.
A heart so jovial, euphorically embedded;
unrelenting even when exploited.
A nature it has been - congenially inherited,
hardly anything to do about it.
Peremptorily acquiesced to whims of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem