I love you.
And you, and you and you.
Why?
There is only so much hate
A human heart can hold
And having selfishly, lavishly
Squandered all my supply
On I, myself and me,
What but Love remains for me to give?
-Sindhu.
I love you.
And you, and you and you.
Why?
There is only so much hate
A human heart can hold
And having selfishly, lavishly
Squandered all my supply
On I, myself and me,
What but Love remains for me to give?
-Sindhu.
I'm nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?
There's a pair of us, don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
yep,, great!
I think hate will subside if you exercise it
but love can only grow n grow
let it be
I canīt really tell what, but something in this poem makes me ill at ease.
Perhaps it is the feeling that love should be something else than abscence of hate.
It is a good poem though. Otherwise it would not make me think/ feel like this. Itīs interesting to compare to the Care = lust+ greed.
"Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go" Blake
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