They Say, I`m Naughty.... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Never ask me how often I fall in love.
Times know all tales; you better ask them.
What`s my fault if my mind is magnet?
I hear them tell, I`m very naughty.
They tell it with a blushed smile; smile so cutey!
Yeah. `T`s true that I often lose in a bevy of blackberries!
Yeah. `T`s true that I bite at all the lucky cherries!

I take to love as it stirs pleasure center.
Short or long love works as a mentor.
No, no, don`t frown or sneer;
I`m not a lousy playboy.
I never left one in the lurch.
They came off the rosy clutch!
They rather smacked on my fate
Yet they are okay and I never ever hate.

Forget it; love is love, gone or present.
The air yet carries the whiff of all past scent!
Each of them is a pearl in my unseen necklace!
I`m prince. I`m loser. I`m happy. And I`m sad.
Never judge me merely with facts for my heart is never bad.