Anger But.S. Anger? Poem by PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR

Fromm a safe distance I watch.
but no damage done.Out of the room.
none of it makes sense now.Ghosts of virtues.
I am here to scratch a chance of pride.
in front of television.reported too.
To see the morning in due respect.
the hope of names which brought words.
on the heart fierce.No other way.
a woman falls down.words of intimation.
What is that howling? the pursue of sympathy.
half awake I opened eyes.I know the world.
It that we could not.somewhere better.
The needy and propogation of deepest silence.
hold you could describe fury.
but what if kind and kindnesss?
when it stops.what art of mind?
I get justice.Did I write this?
Reflecting from mercy.On Advice.