That child called ‘Passion’
I met him on my walk, one day
I asked him to come home.
He said, ‘On one condition-
you must give me your undivided attention.’
How difficult could that be? I wondered
I have raised a family with children- two!
Smiling impishly, he said ‘Not much, if you surrendered-‘
I laughed at his presumptuous attitude
How little I knew, how true to his words he’d be.
‘Passion,’ walked in through my door that day
and obscured the rest of the world from sight
He kept me waking late into the night-
And pranced around all-day-tireless and unbound.
Making me loathe the day, him, I found.
‘Passion,’ was a stubborn child
who demanded complete allegiance
His appetite was unappeased,
his thirst unquenched
He made no allowance
A ruthless master, a sorcerer
He turned me into a willing slave
I fulfilled his every bidding
The years went by, I couldn’t tell
And the children flew before I knew
All, but ‘Passion’; he stayed behind
I grew old and he grew kind
‘Passion,’ that stubborn child
remained stubborn till the end
And refused to leave
even though, my body would no longer mend.
He nourished my body and fed my soul
And made me feel as good as whole
‘Passion,’ that stubborn child, simply would not let go
No doctor could understand, Passion’s miraculous cure.
So, if you ever cross paths with a child called, ‘Passion.’
Hold onto him with a firm hand
Even if you must endure
Lug around for a while, if you must-
but don’t ever let go
For when all the others leave-
He will be standing by your side
‘Passion’ is a stubborn child
loyal as can be
Don’t let anybody tell you otherwise
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