At times,
You become angry
over me,
But do you know what
message,
Your anger coveys?
Your anger says,
That you want to
see,
A perfect me.
Your anger surfaces,
Whenever I don’t
come,
Up to your
expectations.
For my betterment
Your affection disguises,
In your anger,
So, I never mind
your anger,
Rather I regard it
as your right,
Over the soul you
loveth most.
The earth ignores,
Thunder and
lightning of a cloud,
Welcomes the rain
that follows,
I too ignore your
angry words,
And accept the
affection,
That you render.
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