Anger Poem by Saroj Padhi

In a fit of rage long back
I asked my little daughter,
"Do you know who I am? "
A tiny tot of six,
she bloomed a smile on her chubby cheeks
to add, "Yes, I know… you are Saroj…
son of so and so…."
in such a militant spirit
as if to cow me down
with her affected style
accent on each syllable,
with twists and turns
as she used then to babble;

the situation was eased soon
by the intervention of her mom
who said, " Mr husband,
she is too small … please don't frown."

Later in a cooler moment
when I asked her
how she could be so fearless
when I was angry
and expected her
to be either calm or afraid,
she simply smiled and said,
"I answered your question.
That's all."
There I thought how beautiful
life can be in eyes of innocence,
when to understand simple things
our complex nature, lacks patience!