Anger In Haste
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Indira Renganathan
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Tell not any one about your anger
But spit your words on a paper and trash
Many might see and opine
Of a waste wrapper just trashed
Under the broad day light
May be a friend might know
Who would yet console you
and stay still the best friend
But the night's secret eye
Might stab sharp your heart
Your conscience now points
Who to be avenged or forgiven
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