The voice of reason
Eludes me, escapes my grasp
Leaving only uncontrolled aggression
In my tightly fisted clasp

Where I act before I reason
Where emotions are in turmoil
Where rationality takes a back seat
And tempers are on the boil

What must I do then
Who shall I seek
When my mind is unable
And reasoning is weak

The path to destruction
May loom large ahead
But honour must be protected
If need be, unto death

What is this honour
Which is flying like a kite
Perhaps my untamed ego
Sheathed in disguise

Which I truly imagine
To be a part of my body
When an intruder it may be
Creating unrest and anarchy

Subir Chakraborty / 14th April 2018