How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways:
I hate you like the early winter six o clock alarm
I hate you like Black coffee that forgot to stay warm.
I hate you like a surprise test on Compound Interest
An interruption to my Saturday night or an unwelcome guest.
I hate you like I hate Mama, when she asks me who called and why
I hate you like the waiter who says, ”Coming! ” and takes all eternity.
I hate you like the Summer Sun shining on me with a vengeance
I hate you like an offensive mail that offends me and says “No Offence! ”
I hate you like I hate a scrub, especially on Holi day
I hate you like a spending spree when bucks are not coming my way.
I hate you like a lonely walk down National Library
I hate you because lovebirds are cooing hand in hand ignoring me.
Do I love you still? No, I don’t. Yes, I do… oh damn!
I hate you not for what you are but for what I am, what I am.
Mandira Mitra
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