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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Drinking my own anger</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit the earth in my bouts of anger; as it<br>was the one which grew the food necessary for my<br>survival, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit the wall in my bouts of anger; as it<br>was the one which sequestered my scalp against<br>tumultuous storm and rain; it was the one which constituted and<br>fortified my dwelling, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn't hit the tree in my bouts of anger; as it<br>was laden with the fruits I nibbled in my times of<br>relish; imparted me with velvety breeze in the<br>sweltering night, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit the mirror in my bouts of anger; as it<br>magnificently portrayed to me my pellucid and candid<br>reflection; and doing so I knew would exacerbate the<br>situation further; would make my own hand bleed, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit mothers stomach in my bouts of anger; <br>for it was the singular pouch which had bore me for 9<br>months unrelentingly; the very sacred sac which was<br>responsible for my existence today, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit the snake in my bouts of anger; for it<br>guarded my treasury of wealth unflinchingly all night<br>and day; and would viciously retort back the instant I<br>raised my fingers to strike, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit the Sun in my bouts of anger; for it<br>was the sole source of light which maneuvered me in<br>the day; lit up my every morning with an enchanting<br>smile, <br>I couldn’t hit the child in my bouts of anger; for it<br>was all the energy I possessed; was the sweetest<br>little form of God running gleefully on this earth, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit the waters in my bouts of anger; for<br>they were the ones who pacified my thirst several<br>times a day; blended my life with loads of mesmerizing<br>cool and shade, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit the silver plate in my bouts of anger; <br>for it was the one in which I actually consumed my<br>food three times in a day; and insulting it could<br>probably result in not getting food even three times a<br>year, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit the car in my bouts of anger; for it<br>was the one which transported me marathon distances; <br>saw to it that I my feet rested in luxury; as I<br>reached the summit at whirlwind speeds, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit my beloved in my bouts of anger; as she<br>was the one who transpired me to live every second; <br>she was the one who took upon herself every affliction<br>to save me from the tiniest of wound today, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit my sister in my bouts of anger; as she<br>was the one whom I played with irrespective of my<br>augmenting age; with whom I shared all my secrets of<br>life; sometimes woke her even in the middle of the<br>night, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit my pet dog in my bouts of anger; as he<br>was the one who was the first to welcome me at<br>ethereal dawn; wag his tail incessantly until the time<br>I took him in my arms, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit my eye in my bouts of anger; for it was<br>the only instrument whom I relied upon to sight this<br>world; and also it would incorrigibly shut tight; as I<br>tried and approached it with my fist, <br>I couldn’t hit the century old boat in my bouts of<br>anger; as it was the one on which my ancestors sailed; <br>the one where my rudimentary roots lay profoundly<br>embedded, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit the cow in my bouts of anger; as it was<br>the only animal which gave me sacrosanct milk; <br>impregnated my bones with Herculean strength to take<br>on the mantle of this entire world, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn’t hit the idol of God in my bouts of anger; <br>as it was the one who had evolved me and my kin in the<br>first place; would<br>burn me to inconspicuous ash the moment I irritably<br>hurled my fingers towards his Omnipotent form, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And I couldn’t hit a single thing on this earth; for<br>whatever I hit was something sacred or something which<br>was intimately dear; something which I possessed or<br>something which had possessed me for infinite years, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That’s when I decided to wholesomely DRINK MY OWN<br>ANGER; whenever I was infuriated and my body<br>reverberated beyond the point of no control; rather<br>than unnecessarily victimizing somebody, taking it out<br>on the innocent world…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Nikhil+Parekh">Nikhil Parekh</a></strong></div>