The Man is a weird plant.
A hatred is his leaves,
and love is his flower.
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What a sad poem of ill fated love. Ignorance and hatred are the enemies of love. But love cannot be destroyed. Our mortal frames can be wounded fatally, but love is immortal and finds release and freedom from the fallen body. Love soars into eternity and there it lives forever. A touching poem, beautifully written.
Many such sad stories come to our knowledge after a war comes to end. You have nicely narrated a touching love story in a lovely poem.