You could have been more polite observing me, br Your harsh words have left br An indelible impression, br Hatred can be won by love alone, br As one gets relief from br Scorching heat br By gentle rain, br As the sermon of a saint soothes br The disturbed mind, br Your words could have healed br The wounds of my heart, br For once you touched me, felt me, br And covered your being with my love, br As you said, br You smelt my love and called it red rose, br What's happened now? br Thorns have grown on my lips, br My being has become the grave of your hatred, br Is it a diversion br Or you're posing to be more sensible?br br Mohammad Akmal Nazirbr br