Anger Poem by Bidyarnab Das

Anger

Whenever I wanted to say something in anger, I started saying it many times... At that very moment, with all my strength, I made a dam in my mind in front of the words and became silent, because even the right words spoken in anger can change the meaning of the words. The effect of poison remains throughout life and lasts only as long as one remembers, otherwise everything else is self-deception.

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