The feuds and fights
turn ugly on stage
anger and fury
blow up in rage
that which is within
becomes more serene
that which is without
turns into a rout.
Quarrels at home in a range
should never break the verge
confined within the walls
would sound less in a call
subdue and subside when provoked
a burst out could never be revoked
behave not atrociously in a fold
a smile could be nice to behold
with that win the world.
Meenas Poems 