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I gave a good scold
to my colleagues,
because of their misbehaviour
created a stir in my mind
ever since they have spoken.
Grabbing very low-thoughts,
Condemning others all the times
has become their job,
apart from their office work.
Making a fun of me,
was being done by one of them,
that produced a bitterness
in my my heart which,
was burning like fire.
Giving a good scold
was not my intention,
but the test of my patience
they broke and I spoke to them,
not to pull my leg any more.
06-02-2008
Pushkar Bisht
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