A Drug

It's a blessing when it's real.

It's a syndrome when it's cruel.

It's a breath when you inhale as freely.

It's suffocating when it's toxic.

It's a virus, which kills you slowly.

It's a war, which has no end so far.

It's like a flower, which blossoms in every heart at one time.

It's as sweet as honey, till it's worthy.

It's as bitter as bitter gourd when it's disloyal.

It's a breeze, till you feel it.

It's a storm when it's forged.

It's a drug, which heals.

It's a Beautiful sensation called LOVE,

When apathetic results in HATRED to believe.