Have I the audacity to argue,

How can you ever be wrong?

Your surety of my hatred for you,

Oh! Naught but truth throngs,

 

When the bride of dawn slumberously awakens

To the melodious strains of the early birds,

My intoxicated eyelids refuse to flutter,

A sensuous smile playing tempestuous pranks,

 

Nudging me to wakefulness the icy wind nips,

Bruising the softness of my warm rosy lips,

As the memory of your crystalline eyes,

Peers passionately and tenderly into my soul,

 

It sure is a strong feeling of hatred,

When each waking moment,

Your thoughts enticingly entangle me,

Making me relive each joyous moment,

 

Timelessness of blessed togetherness,

Harp like I play on the same strings,

Endeavouring endearingly to hold on,

Stretching joyous moments till eternity,

 

It is my rising hatred’s tempest,

When pangs of timid helplessness,

Gnaw ruthlessly so heartlessly,

The delicate fiber of my loveless ness,

 

Why each cell quivers violently I'm aghast,

Painstakingly trying my utter best  to  guard,

Your memory within my fragile heart’s shell,

My lone precious treasure the rarest gem,

 

Sure hatred dwells in my soul for you!

When distant whiff of your fragrant presence,

Enthuses fresh life into my dying spirits,

Your passing reference fills my being,

 

With tumultuous emotional ecstatic trance,

Mind somersaults into havens of past,