The Path Of Hatred Poem by Chandini Jaswal

The Path Of Hatred

I was full of hatred,
Because my goodness with time had faded
But the Almighty bestowed me with an angel.
Her smile and aura had stirred everyone.

My ego overpowered me,
And I never let her sit free.
While I grew hostile,
She accepted everything with a proficient smile
The more my evil grew,
The more her patience did.
I rebuked,
and detested her.
I felt like a lice,
And sometimes my conscience wanted to apologize,
But Alas! Vanity had overpowered me.

One day when I laid in my dead bed
And everyone had turned their back, including him, to whom I was a dutiful wife,
The angel cried and begged for my life.

When I discovered this, there was no end to my misery,
It was because of her, that I had survived the fatal,
But now I had started living miserly.
One day when I was sitting near the worship table,
I asked, 'God, never have I worshipped you,
And goodness I have shown to very few,
Then, why didn't you let me die?

'I gave you my greatest gift,
But you in return drew her into you petty drift,
You hurt the most innocent,
Surely, death is too small a punishment.
You will spend the rest of your days without cheers,
And pay for everything with your tears.'

This was the divine spirit's reply.

Friday, October 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hatred,truth
Vanity, cruelty are those bad traits which God himself does not forgive. This poem deals with one such woman who spent her former life indulging into such wrongdoings but later repents upon her behavior.
Michael Walker 23 January 2020

It is never too late to repent, I like to think. The divine spirit gives her a harsh sentence, however.

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Chandini Jaswal 12 March 2020

Perhaps the speaker thinks of repentance as a punishment.

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Jazib Kamalvi 12 August 2017

A nice poetic imagination, Chandini. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks

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Chandini Jaswal 11 July 2018

Thank you Sir! Apologies for the late reply.

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