a poem by Jayati

He was short tempered!
Some of them spoke of him
But did they at all know?
Injustice robbed his grin.
Made him, in anger burst!
Couldn’t, the folks realise?
His irate reactions were
Of course not without a cause;
Mostly his admonitions came
long after a patient pause.
Usually on hearing critique
Presented by twisted facts
Forced upon innocent heads
tons of incorrigible lies-
Naturally for a good man
He had no option but react.
Suddenly his head would spin
In anger he would blow his top
Expressed through his writes.
Pen indeed a friend in need, he thought!