They start with conflicts
They grow in the shadows of hatred
They fall, they decline, but they still remain intact
The hatred continuously keeps growing
and the knot of the relationship keeps getting tighter
So much that one day even the hate shies away from advancing any further
and that relationship just remains a bond but a bond of hatred only
Sometimes it seems that in the cloud of that hate, there is something
Which says that this unheard, unknown and unsaid feeling should be given a chance
But if a relationship's foundation is based on hate, expecting something from it is the heights of silliness only
But Perhaps I have already committed this act of silliness, otherwise Why would I miss you despite all this hatred?
Why do I fight with you, argue with you, but still eagerly await for your return when you leave? Why do I talk to the winds about you?
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