He held onto it till his hands were burnt,
Holding on to hatred was a skill he learnt
He held on till he knew no anger greater,
He nurtured it till it grew larger & hotter
He stabbed his flesh & awaited their death,
He aimed to seethe in pain till his last breath
He roared in rage to anyone who listened,
Hatred, rage & misery had him imprisoned
He lost his away, his balance, his peace & joy,
In the hands of mighty wrath, nothing but a toy
His wrongdoers had their tranquil life untouched,
They lived in harmony with glee, undisturbed
Anger & hostility rob you off your peace,
Wrath & animosity, both are deadly disease
Secret is - the opposite of love is not hatred,
It is apathy, a powerful tool long underrated
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Observer I
PoetryThis poetry book is about everything and anything that I observe in life. My mind wanders to a trillion different places & my curiosity is never ending. This book is a little sneak peak into some of the thoughts & observations that I have made & wil...
