Looking In The Mirror

As a child, I hated waking up early to go to school

I loved the school, teachers, sports, friends

Tiffin box group, church, cemetery, and the daily walk

Leaving the school for higher classes was melancholic

My memories of the primary school turn the eyes misty

Getting into adolescence, I hated being confined inside the house

I loved being in the midst of friends and playing games

Going on bicycle rides, climbing trees, flying kites

Getting back home ensured shelter, strength, support

Only home could create the fun during festivities and feasts

In the twilight of youth I hated being compared, counseled or judged

I imitated the lives and lifestyle of celebrities I adored

I constructed my maniacal dreams of the future that I aspired

I accepted my vulnerability, incompetence, and reservations

Professionally I hated being bulldozed, appraised, managed

I liked my work, boss, colleagues, ambiance, and bonhomie

Weekends were meant for partying with the same flock

Watching movies, playing games and sharing poison in a huddle

Marriage found hatred in solitude, seclusion, and separation 

Still, I sought solitude when working on creative things

After every dispute, I went into seclusion to speed up coming together

Separation from children was only to help them grow independent

Hate, hatred and being hated have just remained confined to me

Emotive and temporary sensitivity only to help make better choices

Dynamic and concealed, practical and constructive

Never related itself with anger, rage, cruelty or vengeance

Over the years hatred across has turned into a belief and conviction

All faculties of the body tend to converge to reinforce this obsession

Hate groups crowd together with unfamiliar folks into a taunting kinship

Disregarding age, relationship and familiarity emerge as large collective

Hate is now an arsenal to measure trust, oath, tolerance

Hate is judged and passed across as an opinion punching away a few keys

Collectives believe they have been wronged, 

They want to correct this botch before it gets late

Meanwhile, I sense a lurking fear of this collection on my offspring and all unborn

Globally spread they remain smart, strong and independent

Hate or superiority can it affect them through such indiscretion

I feel worried for all the future generation apart from my kin

I appeal to collective conscience not to let hate turn into wrath

No child shall ever be spared neither yours nor mine 

I am glad I spent this day asking such tough questions

My plea to the collective to ponder and restore sanity