Love And Hate Poem by Naveed Akram

Love is my complement to hate,
The feelings enclosed subside,
But one loves less when in worry,
And more love is given when you
Are forgiven.

Love embellishes the young with traits
That made every coward look hurt,
Two loves make no right,
But three hates are like the mad men
Who must be forgotten.

Love my humour as much as my strong
Message that burns deep in my belly,
The stomach churns sand and stones
Filthy from the dunes and rivers,
One loves the greater help, not stones.