I am a non-fatal dangerous disease
I do not inflict people but they pick me up
From the neighbour's tip of rise
Out of hate, the daughter of love,
And the son of her, I am born
They kindle the fire and I burn
I eat up their soul’s flesh and they ache
Yet they do all out of love and do without knowledge
To have what others have but they do not
In disguise I am ‘admiration’ though they know not
So one needs much wisdom to unlace the knot
By which I now bind them with me too tight.
love and hate, the complexity of life.... 'tis a wonderful poem.........
love and hate are powerful emotions. love and jealousy can turn to hate. deep thoughts
A complex and interesting write and agree all emotions are connected and each has a strength as powerful as the other if left unchecked.
Jealousy the dagger of love well thought out to give birth to hate i e grandson, the recipe for many a slaying...regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thinkers say that hate is another form of love... and i agree with them....there are many writings on this, and too much hate produces 'jealousy '' and the poem is all about it... wahab