ODE TO MY ANGER

Silently sleep my sensible anger

I don’t want your stillness to be slain

Whatever happens to me happens for good

And not willing to use you for my personal pain

Cause, you are not for me and never for me.

One who is good to good is brave

One who is good to bad is timid

One who is good to all is wise

I am for all and trying to become wise

So, you are not for me and never for me

The nick name of mine is ‘a conscious loser’.

And, I might be teased for that.

I might be treated as a caricature

I might remain a fool too

Sleep, you are not for me and never for me!

The actual story might be hidden

Edited, recreated and newly narrated

For their pride and for their tears

Where my tears might be made fun of!

Keep quiet; you are not for me and never for me.

Things might go against me

My fate might happily torment me

Fictitious fictions might hurt me

At last, I might lose my self-respect!

Remember, you are not for me and never for me.

After settling everything

Everything of mine might damage every other thing

I had reasons for everything

But, I might be declared as reason for everything!

Though, you are not for me and never for me.

All had been done for their sake

I might be misunderstood in the end

I might be blamed and mistaken

And, I might be hated and marked a culprit!

Nonetheless, you are not for me and never for me.

Love and anger shouldn’t be self-centered

A matured man will employ them for others

Anger… anger… don’t try to wake up for me

Else, I will get angry with you

Since, you are not for me and never for me.

I am not mentally lame to put you in prison

It’s a shame for me to use you for my own reasons

I neither want to control, nor want to utilize

And, the aim of mine is always to handle you

Hence, you are not for me and never for me.

Wake up my anger, for nine social causes

Wake up, when my family and friends are in trauma

Wake up, when I notice civilians as victims

Wake up, when I confront corrupt officials

Wake up, when I find amoral teachers

Wake up, when I come across insolent inebriates

Wake up, when I breathe of brutal betrayers

Wake up, when I read of pretending politicians

Wake up, when there is denial of justice

And wake up, when I am unable to digest of sixth sense monsters.

One more time, tenth time, my anger…

Let it be the last time and let it remain all time

Whenever, I suffer, wherever I struggle,

Whatever, however, whoever bruises me!

Forever, you are not for me and never for me!