CUPID
Who knows
When the qutidian of love
May begin to heat your veins
If you have remained immune to this
So long
You may be attacked by it any moment
No matter what your age
Or stage of life
You are passing through
If you have already its fits
At proper or improper moment
You are vulnerable
To it
Once agajn
Or again and again
It is ever-recurring
Its symptons may become
Alittle dormant
It overtakes unawares
Cupid is eveready
With his bow drawn
May be you
Who knows?
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
Karnail Singh Heirwale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cupid-12/
