Kill Your Anger Before It Kills You Poem by Aftab Alam

I will not claim a life, know, it is gifted
I will preserve it, avow, till I am shifted
Why should I peck on my head with nail?
I know train can’t run without the rail!

I will not blame, all charred on desire fire
Seen; top placed, pushed other on mire
Mire man saves the life of other, I admire
Life; gifted one, all alike keeps the desire

A man acquires the sin from the society
Sin; of many kind, varies with variety
Society; fertile land for the sin to sprout
If watered with desire becomes stout

A maimed society doesn’t keep hope
Killing to self or other, is it right? Nope
Have you not seen, surds; the bubble
Truth is that, we all love peace, a babble.

Saving life is the high spirited charity, seen
Taking life is high spirited evil vanity, seen
Save earth and save humanity, I am keen
Midnight, faced heavenward for you, I lean

“Kill your anger before it kills you”, read
Somewhere at far and in mind I kept
I plead; keep away from hatred, it hid
Hatred an ugliest form of life, all wept