Anger
A strange query oft does haunt
And prick the soft cosy mind :
Why do ill tempered outbursts find
Gestures, tirades or an irate taunt,
Much against the intended good ,lofty
Decision to withhold all ill will
And be nonchalant, calm and still -
Be it being dishonest, selfless and crafty ;
The wrathful heavens and the elemental holder
In turbid turmoil smash and wipe
All alike with a swish, swirl and swipe;
No regrets, the world is set in a new order
Anger gilds a proper cause or action
And makes it shine like a jewel,
Inspiring love and feeling of being well ;
While out of proportion , it tends to malfunction.
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