This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what آپ think of it, please?
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Have آپ felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until آپ burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! آپ will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have آپ felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until آپ burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! آپ will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.