Scared Of Hatred Poem by shaina quereshi

Scared Of Hatred

To love someone is difficult,
They say,
To hate is easy.
But it is exactly the opposite way with me.

I find it easy to love.
I find it a lot easier to care for,
Than hate.

When I am angry,
I know somewhere deep down in my heart,
The feeling of hatred is slowly creeping in.
That feeling is uncomfortable!

I want to be brutal.
I want to be ruthless.
I feel sad.
I cry.
Not knowing why!
Why do I feel a scathing wound?
A killing burning sensation!
Tears befriend me then.
It is through them I express this hatred of my heart.

Love on the other hand is,
Immensely pristine...
Impeccably pure...
I can feel the joy in my heart,
Wanting to get expressed.

I want to smile.
I want to laugh.
The twinkling eyes of mine,
Eager to speak volumes.
Words fall short to express,
The vastness of human joy.
For only humans are capable of limitless feeling.

Love gives birth.
Hatred kills.
Love creates.
Hatred destroys.
So why is Hatred still alive?
Why can't the cure of love,
Kill this cancerous disease called Hatred?

'Don't kill me! ', I yell.
I want to live.
Stop hating.
I don't want to die.

Don't kill.Stop Hating!
I don't want to die.
I want to live to make others laugh.
I want to live to see the world grow.
I want to live to see a different angle,
Of beauty, Of joy, Of limitless expression of human talent.

Stop Hating.
I want to live.
I don't want to die.
I want love to win over Hatred.
I want to see my children, someday, grow infront of me...
To bless them and pray they see the world of beauty and innocence,
I did see once upon a time.