Don'T Get Angry Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

If you get angry with me,
I will get angry with life's tree.
I'll sit ib its shade no more
Dry will become its fruit's core.
Sighs' heat will burn its green leaves,
Heat comes out when red coal heaves.
Your memeory will make days dark
Silent Night at me will bark.
Flowery springs will give me thorns
I'll be crushed by Anger's horns.
Eyes' springs will spring fast
Each day will seem to be the last.
Self hatred will multiply,
Soul flutters like a butterfly.
My heart's rose will soon wither
Worthless I'll be like a feather.
Your anger is a death for me
Its remedy is sweet smile's honey.
Please say some sweet sentences
Or my hours are severe sentences.

(11-04-2008)