Anger
When a long road rocks one to sleep,
ain't it the bump that jolts us awake.
Ain't the rose more so for the thorn
and the lily little too forlorn!
Anger is our Sun making
Joy the moon brighter with its presence.
Do we not recognize in anger
the fury of the smiths fire that forged us?
It is the weak that get consumed by their wrath,
but is the liquor to blame for the drunk?
Anger is but the minds fire, clearing
the undergrowth for a brighter thought.
*inspired by Chandu's "Anger"
ain't it the bump that jolts us awake.
Ain't the rose more so for the thorn
and the lily little too forlorn!
Anger is our Sun making
Joy the moon brighter with its presence.
Do we not recognize in anger
the fury of the smiths fire that forged us?
It is the weak that get consumed by their wrath,
but is the liquor to blame for the drunk?
Anger is but the minds fire, clearing
the undergrowth for a brighter thought.
*inspired by Chandu's "Anger"
posted by Kamal at 10:28 AM
4 Comments:
by athens...
what stops you from writing more often??
to hell with your PhD
*dont we all ultimately burn and die in our own self made pyres?
**...thana kopame thana shatruvu... [sumathi]
katti!! gantigaaa....great job!
well... atleast we know he surfs through the blogs often enough!
btw, anger is a great weapon that needs to be tamed.
Wow! I didnt know Kamal that you were into poetry too, Excellent one there, set me thinking..I hope you write more often. It's been a pleasure reading through your previous blogs
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