Monsoon is over...Susanta Haldar

Monsoon is over, and I thought:
Hatred between us is over as well;
But, you vowed to give it a new life-
Till then, it is to supress and quell.

I have received hatred for my caring,
For my praises to your laughter,
Hatred shown in reciprocity of love,
Shown to one who always looked you after.
Monsoon! how I wish you come soon,
Though months are ever so slow to come;
Hatred over hatred are being piled up,
And seeds of more are yet to be sown.
They would grow during the year's span,
And would shape and sprout as perennial,
But, how I long for an end to it,
And hope, some day you would be congenial.
Alas! I was a fool to think so,
That, some day you would love me;
But my conscience confutes me and tells:
Once you're hated..hated you'll always be...
 Susanta Haldar