Love before Hate

A leaf of a bent tree
As it gently kisses the fresh stream
Nature taught it to love
A fresh drop that it won’t meet again.

In a womb of a mother
As a child breathes her breath
Nature taught her to love
The pain unbearable

In the heart of a lover
That throbs with a mere mention of beloved
Nature taught him to love
The imaginations unattainable

In the eyes of a father
As he holds the finger of his kid
In the smiles of a stranger
Nature taught us to love before we learned to hate.
The Love of Hate


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