The Weaver Of Hate And Pain Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin

Some people fall in the pit of their own make! No one can save them....! Some weave from the yarn of love and compassion a beautiful tapestry while some others poison the surroundings with animosity, hatred and selfishness....! Hatred leads to pain.... no doubt. The world is enshrouded in darkness.... but some good souls try hard to dispel the gloom with the light of virtue! The effect of hatred is beautifully encapsulated.

Hate gradually kills oneself. The one who hates is like a murderer just like what Cain did to his brother Abel. Well composed poem....10++❤️❤️❤️

Hate, pain, darkness, weaving. death. so many ideas in such a short poem. dear poetess. to ny

An explicit brief work on weaver of hate and pain! Crisply expressed.............10/10

Death comes in stages, first to die is the conscience of a man when he starts hating someone. a nice short poem.

Brilliant piece....as always....thank u...

I don't know who is that 'he' of your poem but I appreciate your sincere observation! Truthfully put.

Hatred and war will never bring us peace! ! ! ! Only Destruction! ! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Like a spider caught in its own web, true indeed.

the weaver of hatred the weaver of pain the schemer of difficulty never feels peace inside though outside is gorgeous, never sleeps dreamy at night though outside full of flowery bed never lives friendly at day though outside have many accomplice transient all are transient!