Love Vs Hate Poem by menash mohan shrestha
Love Vs Hate
In my tantrums there she finds love.
But in her love there is wrath.
In her innocence she take the poison.
In small doses only to bleed the cure.
And she watch the altercation of reasons and conditions.
When the math overtakes her.
And she struggles with the remainder.
In her grip there is ripe apple, bruised, bitten and sour.
Albeit I wished to wake up in her dead soul.
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