No Anchor For Rancour

The thorny bush of resentment enwraps my heart and soul, Suppressing the blooms of joy that try to spread their petals; Like hemlocks, nightshades, castor beans, and oleander knolls, It poisons my pure environs blemishing fine fettles...! I'm enraged, often, my inner equilibrium gone, I am imprisoned in the jail created on my own; Carrying in my pocket the snake of hate I'm angst prone, Peacefulness is fully gone, there's a constant cyclone...! When there's no anchor for rancor soul is shipwrecked, often, I, as responsible captain, with awareness control; Mind in Brahma, to stop rancor I should take precaution, Through a life one with God, I can save my body and soul...! Why couldn't I embrace each creature and exist for all? Why couldn't I travel within and put things in order? Why could not I through my good thoughts, words, and deeds bliss enthrall? Why couldn't, one with the divine, turn a peace accorder...?