Anger spreads poison in mind <br />Destruction it leaves behind. <br /> <br />It snatches all our senses <br />And increases all our expenses. <br /> <br />Bloody sword in its hands it keeps <br />And climbs up on thoughts bulky heaps. <br /> <br />It becomes blind in its darkness <br />Hatred it can only express. <br /> <br />It cuts and bites with nails and teeth <br />Thorns ae spread in flowery heath. <br /> <br />It casts eclipse to sun and moon <br />But when is punctured its baloon <br /> <br />Often it sits with head on knees <br />And is heard saying ' please, please, please.'<br /><br />Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anger-193/
