She said to him,
“I’ll have you still,
By the pain you’ll feel,
When I twist you,
Where I know you’ll hurt.
I’ll keep you close.
You’ll do my bidding,
By unbroken strings,
Of a simmering hate.”
He said to her,
“It’s too late for that!
I’ve lost my hate.
I’ve mourned my fate.
It’s no longer true,
That I am enchained.”
Ashwini Pawar Kaarthikeyan
Kaarthikeyan Kirubhakaran
Hema
Where Artists Meet 
hi papa, this poem is quite intense? don’t you think? what’s the inspiration? was it a movie?
No my darling. It wasn’t inspired by a movie. It just occurred to me, that if you hate someone, you become their slave, as surely as if they had you in chains. And unless you free yourself of this feeling, you cannot end their tyranny over you.