From The Pit Of My Stomach

Anger And I... 😦 vs. 😛

Anger is a feeling you'll get,

When you see a rabbit caught in a net;

Or if against your wish you are made wet,

And if you don't get to buy for you a pet.

Long time back, I got angry very soon,

When no one lets me sleep during noon;

If I don't at night, get to see the moon,

And when no one helps me accomplish my boon.

Now I have learned to keep it under control,

So that I currently am having a peaceful soul.

Even when in my favorite dress, there's a hole.

I don't get angry because I'm playing a very cool role.

I calm my brain, heart and my own self to act cool,

When anger comes to me, at home, work or at school;

Or when someone pushes me into the swimming pool;

I will be acting the complete moronic lunatic fool.

I don't seem to get angry even though the fault is others'.

Or when I don't get treated princely, like my brothers;

Also when someone steals my peacock feathers.

And when all of my friends advise me as if they are my mothers.

To not get angry, is it a good or a bad habit?

To be the coolest one, am I really fit?

Is it okay to just smile, when I get hit?

Is it okay to be calm, when I'm pushed into a pit?

When someone scolds me, in my face there'll be a smile;

As if nothing happened, though I swallowed bile.

I'd love to announce that it's just MY STYLE,

Although I'm praised and looked at, once in a while.

Duty 1: Tell me about how and why you have anger!

Duty 2: Touch the little star above with any of your finger!

Reward 1: I will allow you in my kitchen, to linger!

Reward 2: I'll keep heaps of grass for your horses, in their manger!

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