Any relation, be it personal or professional,

Can be altered within that one moment.

Words are not just arranged, they are confessional,

Anger,we call him, is the finest opponent.

Nature binds us to the feeling of rage,

Other emotions vary but Anger doesn’t age,

In that one moment after it breaks the cage,

Stories change for an ordinary man and a sage.

Words are it’s weapons of destruction and pain,

When used in Anger we loose all our gain,

And all that it does is nothing but vain,

So when you face Anger, let calmness sustain.

If you ever felt the same, I invite you to share this poem.

-Nishant Gang