Hate Me



 I might not exist for her


Yet she is my world.


I am dying for her,


Yet she doesn’t bother 


Even To hate…….


She doesn’t want even 


To watch my funeral


Yet I will wish best for her,


Even from hell.


She doesn’t want to hear


My dying sound,


Unhealed wound,


Escaping breathe,


And unaccomplished deeds.


Yet her voice 


Is feast of my soul……..





At last she would not,


Bother even to comment


On this poem;


Which is worst for her ,


Even than crap…..

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