Please Don't Love Me At All... Poem by Mehak Chawla

Please don't love me at all
I'm a wicked witch not your doll
I'm the reason for the waterfall in your eyes
You tell her the truth may be your daughter lies
Hate her like a sin doer
Curse her like a sinner
Don't kiss her on the forehead
I'm the evil who is living in your daughter dead
I remember a thing once she told
The sweet memories of you still she holds
She is the spoilage of time
And not a religious mime
Poison killing your daughter time and again
Which once caused you pain