"I hate You"
Written on a crumpled page which
I found in my 'sweet memory box'
It was still trying to hide itself;
But it is time to share
My hate story with you all..

Hate story that started probably
Without any concern or love
Maybe that was just a mere formality
That brought us close to each other

You were like a fork
I was like noodles
Definitely not to be
With each other forever
We were destined to meet
For some time
After that, our paths were different

You didn't want to know me 
Whereas I missed the chance to
Recognise the real person hidden behind you
It simply meant that both of us didn't know each other

Now I hate you so much
With increasing passion
Trust me
More and more with
The passage of time

I still remember that day when
I tore up a page and 
Wrote that burning line 
And crumpled it in frustration

Why not?
That was absolutely not
Any sweet kind of memory
How could I forget that betrayal
Of course that doesn't deserve
To be
In my 'sweet memory box'
Still I put it there
Do you want to know why?

I've tried my level best
To impress you
Still you keep saying that
I'm not your type
Now that's a happy memory for me
A reason to feel alive
THANK YOU..
THANK YOU..
THANK YOU..

For rejecting me all the time..