Hate Is Not My Doctrine

Sipping sorrow, I fake a smile

Chasing those fond memories 

The indelible imprints...

In the sands of time

The pain, I don't say out loud

Builds a home inside me

My quivering lips

Face as cold as ice

Delineate life's blurrings

Shards and splinters of misery

Have buffed me off my sheen

Reducing me to a clown

An object of mockery 

Yet, harrowing episodes have not 

Dwindled my love

For, 'hate' is not my doctrine 

Nor my cup of tea.