A Temporary Hatred
Hating isn't for whole of my life,
Yet in here, I have to create a strife.
We shall wait till the poem, I finish
Then I'll embrace thee going swinish.
Grant me now, I'll pretend,
My hatred will blow to an end.
Ever since the time we met,
My loathing grew strong, I bet.
Don't advance near me, ever
The glare I bear here will lever,
That will throw thee to a distant,
Never to be, anyway persistent.
Farther away shall thee go
As I yell with a wrinkled brow,
Yet my heart shall cry in fear
Lest we lose the closeness, so clear.
I am almost getting over
Come nearer, let's see the changeover
I am a Q whose life will be vainly dark
If I am alone like in a lone park.
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