Fate or Hate

Everyone knows,

What hate they most.

A golden cloak or

An amusing mock.

 

I was the good pain

All hated my name.

Now I am the golden ghost

All love me the most.

 

The night in the sky

Still crow cry.

The cold wind of fire 

Like my hidden desire.

 

My rotten heart mate

With my kind brain.

I killed thousands name

And justify without shame.

 

It’s all fate?

Or game of love and hate.

                                                                                                                                                 Abhay K