Hate. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Hate.
Hate a dreaded poison always
One who swallows not die
But suffers a lot throughout
No medicinal cure at all
No medicine doctor prescribes
Other than try to cure oneself
Hate the hate campaigns, speeches
The dreaded poison against love
Hate becomes the destroyer
where the people suffer, in effect
Desist from hate, propose the wisdom
Hate against the will of destiny
And against the spirit of nature.
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4/25/2024 2:32:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
beautiful poem...great write....i like each line....