Addiction

Like a
mug of  black coffee
Like a dose of tranquilizer
Like a fume of cigarette smoke
Someone may run in your blood stream
and a doze missed may make you realize
You were addicted!

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  1. S BSeptember 8, 2014 at 8:23 AM

    I had a similar thought in my mind about the requirement of booster doses of love...but i could never put it into words as beautifully as you did. Felt very amazed and happy to see your post. 'Someone may run in your bloodstream and a dose missed may make you realise you were addicted'. Loved this. Thank you. :)

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    1. Nazish AminSeptember 9, 2014 at 12:13 AM

      :) at times your profession comes to help you. Like in this poem how i habe observed the addictions and withdrawls of patients , helped me here a great deal. Still i feel the withdrawal symptoms of a human- human addiction is most powerful. Thanks again.

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