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.