You could have been more polite observing me, <br />Your harsh words have left <br />An indelible impression, <br />Hatred can be won by love alone, <br />As one gets relief from <br />Scorching heat <br />By gentle rain, <br />As the sermon of a saint soothes <br />The disturbed mind, <br />Your words could have healed <br />The wounds of my heart, <br />For once you touched me, felt me, <br />And covered your being with my love, <br />As you said, <br />You smelt my love and called it red rose, <br />What's happened now? <br />Thorns have grown on my lips, <br />My being has become the grave of your hatred, <br />Is it a diversion <br />Or you're posing to be more sensible?<br /><br />Mohammad Akmal Nazir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-humble-complaint/
