Three Times? - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
I hated you once, then twice
But I ran out of gas hating you thrice.
So I held my head down on my hands
And decided not to hate so much.
I only ran out of energy
When I ran fast with hatred.
It didn't solve anything
But made things worse.
There was once a girl
Who wore hair in curls
But she couldn't do her mathematics ever
So I hated her.
I hated her once, then twice.
But I ran out of gas hating her thrice.
Her ignorance now was foreign to me.
Who was I to judge?
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