Love Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Love



What is love?
Does it have mass? Is it a reagent or a catalyst?
Is it a reaction? If so, exothermic or endothermic?
Does love weigh same on moon?
Is it an electrical circuit a neurone firing away? Or misfiring?
Is it a question in the first place?
My heart tells me it's a fools stop.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
To be foolish is a virtue and the symptom of foolishness is the ability to fall in love.
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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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