HATE

A heart filled with simmering venom putrid
What misguided teacher turned you so horrid

Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.
Open your eyes wide, resort not to such darkness

You were born blameless full of joy and bonhomie
Your parents loved you, stayed put, never roaming

Their dreams for your success shone in their shiny eyes
Praying hard that you them fulfill and not resort to lies

Bad company, some small mishaps or misunderstandings
Propelled you in this vortex of hatred n vengeance wreaking

Putting you on path of a downward spiral with point of no return
Your name now blackened with bloodstained soul that all will spurn

Repent and cease this bloodshed forsaking violence eschewing hate
Heaven and God cannot be won with such acts leading to open gates

Seek forgiveness, making amends serving those you have hurt n maimed
Soul searching, self remonstrance and service will assuage those inflamed

It is quite okay to be a failure at those endeavors that you love
Rather than to be a success at something you were driven to hate!!

A heart filled with simmering venom putrid
What misguided teacher turned you so horrid

You were born blameless full of joy and bonhomie
Your parents loved you, stayed put, never roaming

 

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A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate.-  Baroness Orczy British, Novelist

 

Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else’s body.
Cesare Pavese Italian, Poet

 

I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.-Aeschylus Greek, Poet

 

According to Islamic principles, when a man is accused of heresy, he is given the choice between repentance and punishment-.Naguib Mahfouz Egyptian, Novelist

 

Remorse is impotence, it will sin again. Only repentance is strong, it can end everything.
Henry Miller 1891-1980, American

True repentance has a double aspect. It looks upon things past with a weeping eye,

 and upon the future with a watchful eye.-Robert Smith

 

The wolf was sick, he vowed a monk to be: But when he got well, a wolf once more was he.- Walter Brower

 

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