Impatient I am on few occasions
where anxiety kills me.
I turn desperate.
I pace up and down.
Talk to myself.
Ring up my pals.
Destroy everyone’s peace.
I am not so always.
Known for my tolerance,
ignore contradictions
A Virtue I am proud of.
Being passive proves disadvantageous.
People take me for granted.
Hurl remarks that pierce
and prick with acute sharpness.
Still I keep quiet
lock the sensations
let none out at any case.
The affectaions are abominable.
Meenas Poems 