Has anything to do with my intelligence,
Are they competitors? or merely they are
An inversely positioned a lovely pair
My anger knows no bounds with the
Slightest mistakes done or a thing
Committed in the way minor or little wrong
It catches fire as if it is a barrel of petrol
And burning bright with sparkle and light
I am left helpless with no power to control
I would wonder if I have half of it as intelligence
Then I would have given you a bold promise
To rise at the top and fetch me a prominence
Doing all works that an angry man never does
But Alas! Here I am a fool without any wonder
Just writhing and rolling with a pack of anger.

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