Hatred’s for you

Resembling a humble soul in the clutches of cancer,
Like an aspiring learner who fails,
Like a mother who’s borne a dead baby,
Like a wall crucified with nails.
Like a tramp with an empty bowl
At the fag-end of another day;
Like a soldier who’s just come home
But duty calls…he just can’t stay.
Like a wife who cooks since dawn
Yet the cuisine doesn’t taste as good…
Like a salesman who honestly tried
Yet nothing happened, as it should.
Like an innocent hates the prison
And longs to breathe fresh air,
Like the desert loathes the sun
And rain hardly reaches there.

Such are instances of hatred
And a bunch more added…
Will show you, how much you are unloved
Sadly, your spite never faded.

~Gini~

 

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