Anger
The
blaze in
the forest,
the scorched birds flee.
Winds blow hard fuming
waltz in flame-fest burning.
From the charcoal sky clouds fall
take debris into history.
When anger stokes inferno in mind
let soul shower sanity to be kind.
Written : October 2, 2017
February 7, 2020
Contest : Strand Select F, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017
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