the hatred you taught,
betrayal you showed,
insults you exemplified,
those were attached too deep
deep down of our hearts,
which tattooed by insecure feeling of unworthy
and unduly mistrustful ourselves
where’s the great outlook of life we dreamed?
you seemed to deliberate it,
seduced by content of intimidating
but then this is the only thing i learnt about,
that love and beloved somehow intertwined with the bitter we had
when tears will never dry, but love remain
anandamanan 