Rage

By Manish Singh A

Calm like an unmoved pond,

Rage doesn't often respond,

Dwelling in a meditative state,

Unbothered of the twist of fate. 

Heart steady and disengaged,

Mind teleported to a different age

Where every other instigator 

Has turned into a solitary sage. 

I don't feel tamed or caged

Until someone rewinds the page

To the chapter of recklessness

Where I carried another's mess.

They ignore trigger warnings,

And all the necessary cautions,

There are no mere coincidences,

There are only draped deliberations.

A far, statuesque, becalmed flame,

That has been predominantly sane,

Requests to be conspicuously seen,

In the corner sits the can of kerosene.

By Manish Singh A