After all the betrayals,
The false promises,
And wicked lies,
Hate is what your heart deserves.
Alas! I can't hate you,
Even I tried my best,
To you detest,
But it's something I can't do.
Perhaps it's a defect,
In my personality,
Perhaps even the Almighty,
Doesn't want me to hate.
I am not an angel, only a human,
A life form,
I don't know if blessed or cursed I am,
With the absence of revulsion.
Whatever the reason may be,
I felt like praying for you ever,
For your better future,
And I like a blind man open my eyes to see!
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