With Anger Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Colors can blind
And make you kind
Each color has special message
To be understood in each stage

Colors have different role
To respond with honest call
It needs to show its real color
That is rich in honor

Colors may show presence
Not at once
But in all the circumstance
To present with importance

I realized it many times
And each time, it proved the crime
I was hesitant to act
But colors were all the time present

I was blackened with anger
That developed artificial hunger
I ate more and more
And tried to be sore