Hate doesn’t replace love,
Even after the realities, of ‘being in love’, change.
Unless love was conditional!
Then hate is a measure of anger
A reaction to being robbed
Of something that can never really be owned
Love is an unfettered spirit,
That soars on free wings,
In unconditional light!
We may grieve and hurt, but if hate should defile,
The temple where love once stayed,
Then the meaning of true love has eluded us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem