Books to Life
In one of those inspiring classes at school, Delving into the antonyms, Amongst the hundreds that I learnt; One was the pair Love and Hatred, And I believed it was true. Today while sitting all by myself, Reflecting over the essence of relations I just had a doubt, How can hatred be the opposite of love? Love is a pious bond, That makes someone really special, You trust him, Pour your heart out to him, Hold his hand and Help him cross all boundaries Until he reaches the sacred place - your heart And touches your soul. It is true that There are dark times, When that special someone Does not like this new place. The silken threads of your love Are mistaken as shackles Which are hammered many a times As he strives to break away. Knowingly or unknowingly, He hurts you in this act. Even if this happens and You are hurt, Your heart is bleeding, Sustaining your love Has no meaning. Still You know... How