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Grand Son Of Love

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I am a non-fatal dangerous disease
I do not inflict people but they pick me up
From the neighbour's tip of rise
Out of hate, the daughter of love,
And the son of her, I am born
They kindle the fire and I burn
I eat up their soul’s flesh and they ache
Yet they do all out of love and do without knowledge
To have what others have but they do not
In disguise I am ‘admiration’ though they know not

So one needs much wisdom to unlace the knot
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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
this is one of my favourites, think deep and say what the poem is all about?

i am giving you hints...hate is another form of love, hate is the daughter of love as she is coming from Love, when hate is too much then jealousy is formed thus takeing birth the grandson of Love...jealousy.....got it?
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vipins Puthooran 01 July 2013

love and hate, the complexity of life.... 'tis a wonderful poem.........

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Heather Wilkins 28 June 2013

love and hate are powerful emotions. love and jealousy can turn to hate. deep thoughts

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Danny Draper 27 June 2013

A complex and interesting write and agree all emotions are connected and each has a strength as powerful as the other if left unchecked.

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Ken E Hall 27 June 2013

Jealousy the dagger of love well thought out to give birth to hate i e grandson, the recipe for many a slaying...regards

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 26 June 2013

Well write but jealous produces hate...

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Wahab Abdul 26 June 2013

thinkers say that hate is another form of love... and i agree with them....there are many writings on this, and too much hate produces 'jealousy '' and the poem is all about it... wahab

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