When the clouds of anger
descend upon our mind
things are said in haste
which can hurt deeper
that the thrust of any sword
and will haunt us forever.
No amount of sorry
will ever take them back,
they will just live there
among our memories to haunt us
when things start bothering us again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True one should never let anger get the better of one....thanks David this piece is as beautiful as it is thought provoking.10