Meenas PoemsThe anger is seen in his face
red turns it in a trace
words jump out in speed
not polite indeed!
the voice rises high
seems to reach the sky
it is accusations
be it allegations
baseless in all ways
not worthy in a place
yet the shout goes on
with even more volume to don
will it end? at any time
the clock keeps on its chimes
the yell gets going for hours together
hurls
scathing attacks rather.
it is a bread
an ordinary bread
not a whole loaf of bread
but a morsel of bread
that led to a blood
gory and fierce blood
a splatter all over of blood
fearful sight of blood
the fight for the bread
brought out this blood
humanity and its bred
demand the blood
for a piece of bread
hunger and anger instead
want bread and blood
ends up with a lot of blood
but without a piece of bread.
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
Arguments with my cook
go on forever and ever
today it started off
for a simple issue of sugar
I lose my temper in the quick
spell out bitter words
while he gets worked up
and grumbles to himself
It starts in a way
when I say with anger
I gave a cup of sugar
only yesterday
he refutes quickly
with a retort sharp
saying it was day before yesterday
emphasises each and every word
that too in tone high
with a pause and a drag
infuriates me very badly
I shout at him
and he keeps on mumbling
the hour turns unpleasant
as the sugar loses its sweetness
and becomes stale and tasteless.
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I started to write a poem
with keen insight diligently
halfway through
my heart cried
not at all nice.
Stroke everything off
and wrote once again
with descriptions
and scenic presentations
not at all good
said the heart.
Erasing everything
from of the paper
and from the mind
added the rhyme scheme
and elaborated the story
Oh! very bad , so very bad
exclaimed the heart.
Disappointed I threw
everything into the bin
went to sleep in disgust
with seething anger
cursing my inaptitude
fearing that I have lost
the heart chuckled.
Hate she says
Grasp not entirely he feels
where do the hate and grasp come ?
it being a simple thing as such
talking about the 
pent-up anger
that rises up and flies on all sides
making him stagger and looking daggers
his anger gets clustered on the nose’s edge
revealing a ghastly sight and demeanour
this brings in a hatred in her
not full understanding for him
after expressing it so bitterly
they come with apologies
falling from the mouth
and putting forth a big sorry
which brings in a lowly
demeaning attitude
when there being words
soft and sullen really
the way they gave out
created a displeasure
that of great despair.
The anger sits on the nose
rather on the tip of the nose
with the cartilage bloating
and the bridge rising
the nose twitches for no reason
as if it has smelt a treason
the mouth then enters the game
spitting out words lame
cursing 
and stinging all through
like to get away from such men
teaching them a lesson then
should be undertaken without fear
as otherwise they would go in a square.
The wind is a song pleasing
with a breeze blowing gently
humming into your ears
passing through your face
making your hair fly
and you enjoy the soft blow,
The wind also is a song of anger.
as a storm blowing fiercely
upsetting every other on the way
destroying the ambience
killing a few in its ferocious blow
devastating the lives of many.
The wind blows sad
with the haunting sound
penetrating through the trees
making the leaves rustle in melancholy
more or less echoing like a cry
as though emanating from the wilderness.
The bellows of the instruments
derive their music from the wind
with the flute and harmonica
along with the trumpet and saxophone
with clarinet and the Indian 
that work on the wind’s technique.
Away he went with seething anger
cursing everyone with a danger
swearing with accursed synonyms
calling for a consequence in an antonym
Poor man he being deceived by his siblings
deprived in the most of all his belongings
unable to retrieve them much he tried
had to relinquish them I feel afraid
as he has to stay in this world safe in a demure
fearing greatly that his remaining days would turn insecure
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