Hate of Love

There are no hands

To wipe my tears

Neither ever I felt like wiping them

I let it flow

I let it make things slow

I let myself flow

Like a boat in the river

River of tears

Tears of soreness

Soreness of ignorance 

Ignorance of hatred

And hatred, of whom I loved.

Although all I said till now was true

But all I heard was lie

Betrayal is what I felt

And illusion is what I saw

Above all, it was fire which made me glow

And glow of that fire

Burnt me from within

Slowly but fully

Unknowingly yet intentionally

I thought it was me flying high

But they were my ashes

I thought it was me who was in fame

But they were my past's glasses

Which made people's visual a bit clearer

And faded my vision to see all my dearer

I thought it was me

Me and only me

But the time showed

It was nothing but just an instant glee

And all I am now left with

Is to flow

Flow in a river

River of tears

Tears of soreness

Soreness of ignorance 

Ignorance of hatred

And hatred, of whom I loved.