Sunday, January 30, 2011


“I am a loving person”
 At each stage I claimed
To every person I told.

Hatred is the word
Which I hate.

Then I fell in love
This filled
My days and nights.

I wandered before her
Like a loony.
Just once she said,
“I hate you”

On that day
For the first time
I hated a person
Who was I.

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