The Hearty Fact.
When
anger turns a party-pooper,
The happier moments of life,
Melt down like uneaten ice
creams,
Under the heat of a raging volcano.
The normal beat of the heart is
a treat,
As well set rhythm, keeping
spirits upbeat.
When tempers are lost on a
trouncing trend,
The rhythms’ rift, rocks as
rifle shots.
Peace is always a pecking order,
Like a peacock’s choice of its
full feather show.
Why trek your path, when you
have an asphalt lane?
A self- imposed ruckus within,
speaks of a mood insane ;
Wrath and fury ramify into a state of hate;
There is a lot here, to light up and laminate.
Society offers the taste of a sweet sandwich
A state of poise keeps the routine sans a hitch.
To be a spoilsport is never a selling game
It creates a scene of chagrin
and shame .
The grace of getting together, gains
natural pace
Without a maker to keep the heart’s beat at its race.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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