A disease they call “love”

a poem by Angadh Singh

A strong pair of legs,
just to run away from all that pain.

A mighty pair of hands,
I try to push memories down the lane.

Ten little fingers,
I keep pointing, accusing and blame.

Then a dirty brain,
it was given away to madness, turned insane.

A pair of watchful eyes,
to see all my dreams shatterin’.

And those huge ears of mine,
always compel to hear my heart breaking.

And a wretched tongue,
to taste all the defeat on earth.

Then a tender skin,
to feel all the hurt people give.

Finally this innocent little heart,
helpless and put down by all the rest.

Why oh lord did you make me human?
was it just to suffer from a disease they call
LOVE!!!