The Beauty Of Hatred Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

Hatred in air like morning freshness,
Hatred all round like warm sunshine
Instill in Self newness every fresh day;
New resolutions surface every day
To feed the hearth of angry, hungry mind,
To raise hot steams in inner cauldron,
That fill all holes of the blistered Self
And I land on the ground from weightless waste
With a field to dig and steams to spend
And exhaust black blood from the transparent soul.

The mesh of hot pulp of heart boils inside
In corrosive acid of intense hatred;
The lucent glow of the soul is tarnished outside
In smokes of the Self, caught in hatred;
A dumb, numb joy of warm, still darkness
Waits to pour out and drown in negritude,
The hell where sprouts and spreads hatred,
To tear the chill womb and soak in blood,
Where breeds hatred to engulf my soul;
I must meet eye to eye to dout inner flames.