He fell violently in love;
Big, stormy, illusionary ripples got a love-wreck,
And like life’s instinct when death doth attack
Only her image waved around him now.
In such a storm only the heart doth row,
While poor mind fell off the deck;
Logic struggled for its life behind back,
And storm intoxicated heart throbbed upon bow.
Logic but is such a slave;
Struggled it for a ‘follow’.
And storm when subsided to show the captain’s
Loss of direction; whom to look for a save?
Fortunately, mind stood there with a glow,
Saved, thus, from further delusionary pains.
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