What?
You mean I must
Hate you?
At the cost of
My peace?
You must be crazy!
After having understood
Your ignorance and immaturity,
I had no choice
But to fill my basket
With the pink of health,
The white of purity,
And the red of love.
And so glad am I
That I did just that.
Because,
Now my life has in it
The fragrance of tranquillity;
Free from the pandemonium of rancour.
(pic courtesy: Yohaan Samuel
Pissurlenker)
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