Anger

In the ruins, you sense pain,

Loss, frustration, and anger comes out to be the main

The sharp ends jutting out of the calm ocean 

Hastens the need to explode and slows down the need to implode.

A drunken man does chafe and churn 

But when the feeling of anger burns

The hearth's talk is reduced to a babble 

Resulting in an undesirable fall.

There is an active plimsoll that prevents you from the fall.

But you should identify it and take its call.

If there is nothing you can do, then you fall. 

Anger causes a rush of other emotions, and these explode

The problem curves upon and the solution are to implode

Think again before sending strong friendship and relations to an early grave

Then do not beg before the almighty

For even he would not hear you crave

Anger can be a single word uttered with nil care 

But then, the fates doth not spare 

This emotion comes quite handy,

When lost depressed or feeling quite lonely

But then the power of it has to be steadily channeled

In awaking the spirit and controlling what has barreled.

Then letting calmness and naked wit twinkle in the eyes

Having the power to attract even the mightiest beings of the sky.

This true that the being who reins his passions 

Eventually rises from street curbs to mansions 

The person who does not let his words flare

Leads a life filled with lesser snares 

And makes way for peace and love 

Which the whole world values all above 

And once his body ceases to breathe

His soul rises and always gets a room at the Almighty's feet.