The Evening I Ceased To Be Angry Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

I hummed a song, uprooted my sting
I have given up anger from last evening
Only yesterday morning in hours of rush
I lost my temper and rebuked missus
She had lost my wallet, misplaced my suit
Cause of all my problems, all my troubles' root
My shaving kit was lost, important papers gone
Who could be responsible other than my son?
Everything was in disarray, chaotic and messy
Surely to fuel my anger, a grand conspiracy!
On my way to office, things were no good
The nudges and the pushes worsened my mood
I banged my head on the shutter, tripped on carpet
And just like any other day, I was once again late
The boss was bad, my colleagues a pack of fools
Nothing was in order, no regard for rules
The day staggered along, so longer it did seem
Till the evening softened it with cool luminous gleam
The south wind composed me, let me sink it in
Triggers are not outside, my anger swells within
With just a little try, a contemplating pause
I would know for my anger, I'm the lone cause
I must make amends, repair myself
Anger only harms, it never really helps
If I for once think it properly
I can see my tantrums can make others angry
But surely my missus and son have better sense
To put up with it and not be angry in defence!