Reason for madness

Why do we love the people we love?
What type of woman or man is loved
Has been cast long back at infantile
Stage in ‘love map’ of your brain waves,
Out of impression of their images,
And that cast goads your brain wave to pick
Which type of hair, eyes, skin, physique
And gait suit to your craving veins
And which mould of personality fits.
This is of the perplexity
As to why someone is mad of someone.
27.07.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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