Irascibility, getting excited and using obscene language
It’s disgusting later and making my face red with shame
Passions and vile abuse make me a beast many a time
But keeping my cool is not easy though I wish to
Penitence, shame and sorrow come very often though
So late and so infructuous always as ever – I hang my head
Some coyly suggest counting numbers when blood begins boiling
It’s all easier said than done in time
Venomousness is the attribute of the cobra
Knowing goodness doesn’t amount to being good
It needs a thousand births to become saintly
That too only with His grace!
