In windswept moments, thoughts entwined,
A chain of darkness in the mind.
A choking grip upon the soul,
Love and hate within their role.
Yearning for relief, a fervent plea,
To break the hold and set them free.
Hoping for lightness to transcend,
To soar once more, their heart to mend.
Oh, the paradox, the intertwined line,
Between love and hate, a delicate sign.
May the choking cease, bring release,
To embrace joy, to find inner peace.
Leo Miuni Pandithage
