There lives a spy in my soul
watching desires unwind.
As and when emotions roll,
she reports back to my mind.
Then they dissect and assess,
and hose them down with reason.
My cauldron boils in excess
for it sees it as treason.
My wits vie for some respite.
But this heart flickers despite.
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Wonderful crisp poem Rahul
Tx much Nalini.
Imaginative and endearing!
Thank you Vijaysir.
A welcome return to form from this singular author whose poetic metier is amply demonstrated by this engaging piece.
Thank you very much, Louis.