Hey, see...
My all poems turn out to be for you
Even though I cannot be your fan
At times I even punish myself or ban
From seeing you as much as I can
It's not that I cannot write on love
I do but at last it proves untrue
Like a sugar coated poison blue
So its better our meeting remain
In any times forever due..
I hate you, Is this not an enough clue?
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