Thursday, 21 May 2020

Anger

it surprised me
how people changes
anger brusts
in the battle of Covid also.
over the horizon
still the single star
peeps to show
the ultimate path
to walk alone.

leaving  your zon
of turmoil,
turning to have
my abode of poetry
oh once good people,
live your days
in peace
as we are mortal.

pain brings poetry
I am thankful
but how long to endure!
one day it may burst
and I may be like you
in the battle
swimming in the ocean of anger.






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