Suitable Honor Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I do not know
Where to go?
And find real color
For anger

Sometimes I go wild
Totally different from when I am kind
The face turns red
As if I am fully fired

People often say
He anger is enemy in our way
We need to restrain
And calmly maintain

I realize now with firm opinion
That nothing can be achieved soon
If one is gripped with anger and mistrust
Any time that spoils relation when openly bursts

I will term it unfortunate and compare with some color
I think black shall be the suitable honor
It brings not only disruption
But adds woes and ruination