Anger

With a Pack Of Anger Really I do not know whether my anger Has anything to do with my intelligence, Are they competitors? or merely they are An inversely positioned a lovely pair My anger knows no bounds with the Slightest mistakes done or a thing Committed in the way minor or little wrong It catches fire as if it is a barrel of petrol And burning bright with sparkle and light I am left helpless with no power to control I would wonder if I have half of it as intelligence Then I would have given you a bold promise To rise at the top and fetch me a prominence Doing all works that an angry man never does But Alas! Here I am a fool without any wonder Just writhing and rolling with a pack of anger.