Rage Poem by Nandhagopal Ramachandiran

Rage



His anger raged and raged in march;
April gone, May peaked, defeating arch.
The water of hot rice wasn't starch.
Yet, the boil raged and raged in march.
Summer, winter-both missed the notch;
his anger raged and raged to march.
Calmness did not live to see the torch
When the hearse drove by subsequent march.

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