Author: Nyasa Kamrgaonkar, Class X A
Anger is a two edged sword;
While you aim it to them;
you bleed yourself.
Anger, the turbulence in the limpid waters,
Eager to bring all to dust.
While you plan to kill them so fervently,
Who knows when you shall meet them ever again?
Wrath is the broken piece of glass,
Hurtful and inutile,
you broom it to bin; not pick yourself,
A wicked demon indeed;
Lingering to feed on your collapse.
My dear, choose the wiser way,
Let peace and harmony make way,
Let a smile in tough times,
Let the anger famish.
That’s when you win it over;
Then you shine in the brilliance,
More dazzling than the demon can bear.
