With The Rage Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

With the rage
Wednesday,18th March 2020

Neither did Iloose temper
Not invited an anger
Just remained at peace
And wanted him to be at an ease

He fired at me with the rage
He had misgivings and was unable to manage
He waited for an opportune time to strike
I knew he may like to have fire out

It is human weakness
That can't face
The fire within
The outburst has to be seen

"You were selfish and arrogant"
He tried to balance and present
You cared for yourself
And held everything to your shelf

After blasting me off
He started to breath fast and cough
I knew he was unreasonable
And struggled to find appropriate words

When he found no such response
He remained quiet and tense
Why was I not in hurry to pronounce?
For he had just announced his ire

Offer no resistance
And avoid insistence
For the simple explanation
You shall always have cordial relation

Hasmukh Mehta