Burried deep inside my heart I exhumed my soul It was bony and emaciated Very little had remained of the whole I was afraid to touch it As it was rickety and brittle Would have fallen into pieces If I had pushed it a little If only I had nurtured it with love But hatred was my way I didn't forgive, I didn't forget Accumulated enemies everyday The thought of making them suffer Felt good for a while But it depreciated my soul Making it ugly and vile But one thing I know That it's never too late I'm gonna strengthen my soul And let go of the hate.
You have a way with words. I was a lurker at your Indian writing forum until you shut it down. : ) Brings to mind the quote -- Hatred (or anger) is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.
Hurtful words or actions against us is like a cut to our ego and hatred against those who say or do it is like letting it become a wound. The best way to overcome those hurtful words or actions is to forget it as quickly as possible so that the cut will heal quickly. Viswa