Anger In My Eyes Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Anger in my eyes
Tuesday,1st July 2021

Even lava boiling point is tolerable
but anger burst is not bearable
it not only engulfs mental peace
but releases the destructive energy

even natural objects seem rivals
enemies are seen in each individual
it hardly pays any attention to the hard work of people
the struggle becomes a matter of a joke

even rainbow creates no impression
the colours seem not natural
the sky loses its horizon
dark clouds pay no respect for the rain

you see everything yellow
if you allow
jaundiced eyes to observe
with no purpose to serve

I wish anger to subside
and decide
against its occurrence
let mind decide at once

Dr Hasmukh Mehta
D.Litt, Folt