Rage… pure anger… it is a storm that rushed through the channels of brain to wash you away from this world. It sees no status; it sees no age, once you succumb, it generally leaves a burning trail.What must he be who reins in this rage? What charming life he beholds who shuts his eyes to the onslaught of anger?
Today I earn for a gift such, that will brazen me against the gale of anger.
Heartless – people have called me.
Emotions of mine are dead they say, perse
I am a man who cries almost every day.
A student of age mature, she does her assignment in calm
She is working late, burning the midnight oil with no charm
Pages and pages of ink spent, her eyes are red and fingers torn,
Of a desire unknown, I ask – “what work you do at night this gone?”
She is doing as assignment in chemistry, I learn with patience running fast
Nanotechnology she says, with a disdain of one to whom this is already past
Bemused, surprised – I ask – “Do you understand that stuff dear?”
She says – “No, but it is mentioned in my lesson somewhere I fear.
So better a topic of what comes in my lesson, than something totally inane”
She has put efforts dear to heart, she who wakes at 5 by the strike of the clock
Writes this late into the night and alas, this effort, though sincere, is just a block
“But why spend such dark hours dear, when you learn naught?” – I ask
“20 marks, I have to get them to stay in the class” – she immediately balks.
God – I plead, rein my anger, I burst at me seams.
There she sits calms and parents ready to sleep.
I can ask her no more, for fear of being harsh
Her parents would hurt, and I fee the pain brash
What of such ignorance? What of this hard work?
Who is going to teach these kids of grown up age?
The school already refuses; by accepting such trash
The parents already torn by the child’s weary eyes
Who else – dares to teach them knowledge – who else?
This rage that burns in me, earning for learning things
This rage that burns in me at another’s failure to learn things
Is this not an emotion of the deep heart – but this world gone sore
Knows only the pity and sympathy – these are emotions they care
And I forever despair.
