Anger
Serene morning’s
first wake up call
by the cawing
of crows and chirping,
breaking dawn into a day, with the first
whistle of boiling milk -all spoiled by
the anticipation of some hot words
of inmates, over active phone calls,
from afar, some corner of unknown,
dragging you into a wordy deal
while yourselves not knowing what
for this quandary, somewhere some
mischief of
dissatisfied souls plotting
a lifelong calumny-topple
your future
all agonizing you
into a crazy recoil,
into a shell of
yourselves, for out bursting
into anger only
ruins your prospects;
Their anger
provocative of your anger,
Best remedy keep your fingers crossed
and look above
pray The Ultimate.
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