The Iron Forge
Deep Anger (கோபம்) — English
You thought your laughter left a lasting scar,
And threw my pride beneath your heavy car.
But rage is a beautiful, sharpening stone,
It works the best when you are left alone.
I will not scream or let my tear-ducts flow,
To give you satisfaction you shouldn’t know.
I am building an empire from your slight,
And I will rule it in the clearest light.
Tags: Anger Poem, Betrayal, Cold Rage, Moving Forward, Strength
