Anger must be controlled.......anger must not manifest itself into vile words...that are potent to kill many a things...just read and get it!
Oh! drag me to that vile alter
Pull me apart
into pieces- thousand bits.
I am rotting
I am sullen
I am not left useful
Words that must be a slice
Of healing touch
Has turned into a thorn
Pricking
Spiny
Bitter
Dangerous
Born to hurt
Born to kill.
The very space that
Fill my stomach
That very gap
Gives out fire
Of disharmony
Where, I am the looser
I am the one who is lost
in the valley of solitude
Roaming in desolate terrains
Searching for solace
That I lost in the fire
Of my fatal words.
Soumita Sarkar Ray
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-of-fire-3/
