Anger
They were talking,
And agreeing,
In most talks,
You either agree or not,
I clearly saw,
When one disagreed,
The other person smirked,
And huffed and puffed,
What followed was a series,
Of disagreements,
With each one of them,
Both huffed puffed and gesticulated,
Suddenly they reached a point,
When their faces were red,
And fists clenched,
Both were shouting,
Suddenly one of them lifted a heavy object,
And threw across,
It hit the other one right in forehead,
Aggressor fled in fear,
I was watching it all,
And had seen it clear and tall,
Anger is flared but slowly,
When it peaks,
You probably cannot think,
And when you cannot think,
You do something ,
About which you did not think,
It is getting intoxicated,
And let the intoxicant,
Control you,
In fact it is not you who is angry,
But it is the anger that’s you.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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