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Love springs from hate
I hated her
To the bottom of my heart
I din't know,
Love would grow
To overflow...
A sprout, a leaf or a bloom
I was born again
In her heart's womb
Days, months or years
I wouldn't count
For eternity, in her core, she bears
Dawn, twilight or dusk
In her heart's confines
I bask, in joy
My heart in her's
Has no room for hate
She has shown me the way
To a lovely today!
By Brindha VenkataramaniLove springs from hate
I hated her
To the bottom of my heart
I din't know,
Love would grow
To overflow...
A sprout, a leaf or a bloom
I was born again
In her heart's womb
Days, months or years
I wouldn't count
For eternity, in her core, she bears
Dawn, twilight or dusk
In her heart's confines
I bask, in joy
My heart in her's
Has no room for hate
She has shown me the way
To a lovely today!