It is anger that kills you
the fury and temper
with a vigour devours you
attacks in a bunch altogether
clad the robes of pressure and infraction
undress and expose your real skin
the make dos seal you to a traction
you turn a fish without a fin
the pangs of temper dismantle your covetous
the devastation expresses a distraughtness
the angst distracts the attention from the focus
as could be seen only in a ghostly indulgence
Meenas Poems 