In your hatred, I find a storm,
That rages on, a tempest born,
It stirs my soul, ignites my flame,
And fuels my passion, all the same.
My heart pours out its poetry,
With each stroke of my pen, it's free,
I cannot let your hate control,
This passion that is in my soul.
Each time you sneer and try to mock,
My fire burns with a brighter spark,
I rise above your bitter rage,
And prove that passion is my stage.
Let the world judge and criticize,
My passion will be my sunrise,
I won't let your hate tear me down,
For love and passion are my crown.
I seek a lover with a poet's heart,
A soulmate who knows this art,
Together we'll embrace the rain,
And bask in sunlight's warm refrain.
With love's gentle wind, we'll sway,
And let our hearts' words have their say,
Why settle for falsehood's drought,
When love's rain is what life's about.
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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Comments6
Love the flow and sentiments of this...........
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reads just like a dream in the making .. 🙂
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Love's rain is certainly what must bring peace to our world MR, good words.
Andy
Thank you Sir🙏
Very impressive. 😉
I am so pleased to see your comment!
Brilliant!
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