: Anger: Poem by Prabir Gayen

ANGER

Anger is a violent storm,
It is always about the past,
It is the smell of undone dream,
Anger is a sauce of distrust.

Anger is not a lonesome self,
It has its azure friend the Desire,
Desire fans the flame of wroth elf,
With Love anger drops to dwindle.

Anger is nothing but pure Love,
It is to treat others mistake,
Anger is love in unique wave,
When mind is total in surface.

Anger comes when we are absent,
Only the flame of ingle reigns,
Behind the mind the cloud is great,
Angery is mordant and soundless rain.

@prabir Gayen: 23/04/20: 1: 23 PM.