Anger Is Loser

What the truth is What the lie is The answer crafted in me a contradictory root Sometimes I feel, I understand I'm defeated by the lie They are human where I think I'm nothing At end of everything they are right being Now, on the deck of loser like the migratory birds, I'm Willing to fly to goalless address; Time crawling to the way of itself like glittering water on arum leaf For six months behind them I'm snared by their good look In their own cavern, they are busy I'm abandoned prayer on my knee Where the truth is, where the lie is My anger lost all words of peace And now, the anger or the peace Advises me, "Be patient, please" Where I learn- 'Anger is nothing, But the weak child of knowledge.' Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee