Angry Self


" Oh my, Oh my

Where does my spectacle lie? "

Perched on his silver head

But unable to find it on bed

Makes the old man angry. 


" A book here, a cloth there

For the order somebody please care. "

Striving to achieve perfection 

But unable to attain completion

Makes the tired mom angry. 


" No jobs, no opportunities 

Degrees are just formalities! "

Looking for recognition of his Ph. D

But unable to do so in glee

Makes the angry youth more angry. 


" No law, no order

Human cattle has no fodder. "

Struggling for a piece of bread

Thus putting to sleep his calves unfed

Makes the civilised bull angry. 


" Where is the 6th pay? 

Spare me atleast for the May. "

Many a minds he moulds

But unable to make a gold

Makes the experienced teacher angry. 


" Lost it by a mark

I studied in the dark. "

Doesn't have the reservation face

Thus unable to win the race

Makes the aspiring student angry. 


Being angry is good

It helps you bring to the table a morsel of food. 

Being angry is productive

It releases the energy that is captive. 

Being angry is the need

To stop the innocent victim bleed. 


So I'm angry when rape is justified

I'm angry when a black is ostracized

I'm angry with myself 

For not been able to motivate anyone else. 😈😈😈

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