Hate and love

Hate everything denies, love gives

wholeness, newness everyday.

Hate is day by day same this:

It’s ugly, low and mean, no way

Is there from ugly hate to love.

It’s lowness of low souls but

all you need is for your soul a glove.

Love must be kept inside and put

into the corner of the soul

That cannot be reached by it.

In hate-land everything is foul.

I can’t deny it, it has also wit.

There are people who do grow from hate

their mind flies in the muddy clouds.

But know, there’s hope in every fate.

You must hold your love in nights.