You never really know Malaria
Unless you get it
You would not know Chickenpox
Until you’ve caught it
The same thing applies to
Common cold, broken bones
Or Pneumonia or Tuberculosis
Or Diabetes or Asthma
Or even Obesity
No matter how much you’ve heard of them
Or seen people suffer from them
You are never really prepared
To defend yourself from their attacks
When one day you wake up and find
That despite all your precautions
You have been caught
Same holds true for Love
Frank Solanki 
Beautiful comparision. Love is just like a disease. You can prepare for it all you want but one day your walls break down and you are fighting the very thing you were preparing against. 🙂
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So true. This poem makes a connection between disease and love, and the fact that we won’t know what they are until we suddenly catch them despite all our precautions. Interesting comparison.
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Excellent! I love where you went with this!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches. Right analogy!!
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So true 😀
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this is very great lines and words, it caught my eyes…
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Love it… Disesase and love “until you’ve been not caught” you won’t understand or believe… Well written 👏🏻
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Ain’t no cure.
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Pretty strange analogy, but I agree. Love is both a drug and an illness. How do the lyrics go? Love is like Oxygen…
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I love this one. “Until you’ve been caught” amazing insight.
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