When thy perceptions go awry
Doubt persists for every doubtless thing,
Your mathematics goes topsy-turvy,
You add two plus two three,
Your rationality takes backseat,
Your mind receptors get beating
Sugar tastes vinegar,
Vinegar itself loses its flavour,
Thy taste-buds turn insipid,
When thyself remain no thyself,
You smell rat in every deal,
The bountiful fragrance gives
Repulsive odour in rage.
Thy touch becomes even more awry,
Meda’s touch impedes,
Flawed feelings perceive,
Soft feelings for other turn
Barbed and spiky.
Hearing becomes frigid,
Fascinating music loses its charm,
Ye think it will do more harm,
Anger takes away the music of life,
From our midst, whilst in anger.
If thee aspire to live a Balanced life,
Shun the anger that robs you
And puts you in somebody else’s clothing.