Wednesday, May 1, 2024

Poem 138 : Hotness Of Anger

 Hotness Of Anger
                                - T ABRAHAM

The rays are bright,

Vibrant bands striking,

The bands are breaking,

Striking and breaking with the light,

The anger with it's danger coming out,

The hotness in my temperament,

With no happiness and contentment,

The sunshine burning the peace,

And nothing to calm,

Not even the breeze.

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