A Tactful Way Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

I get angry, subject to your provocation
I become sympathetic, accepting you’re lying low
Feel beloved when you turn rarely even to treat fair
Sense your touch, seldom though, when you behave

When provoked, assault inclined to rise
In sympathy, values shatter and taste runs away
Love in a blue moon, surrogates envied
Touch on mind hushes up physique’s claim

Angers suppressed to docile emotions
Affection is preserved for obligations
Love, doubting validity, disrespects intimacy
Covering up all that, penned down a poem

You’d better read it.