Anger

I get angry for countless, petty things. Sometime back, I remember men were happy. Each prayed his own god. They had problems, of bread and butter, clothes and shelter. But none with god and altar. Now, men are unhappy. They have new problems. One temple for all and no more churches, mosques and other prayer halls. I am angry with the cutthroat competition for god. The other day I was angry about the high price of tea, coffee, sugar and milk. All because of the mindless, ill-planned lockdown. Nothing could be done. You die of hunger or you die of disease. You cannot choose for you are dumb. No one has solutions nor do I have one. So I get angry at petty irrelevant things. It is easy to blame and blast. There are many petty puny matter of rich, not so rich and poor of young and old, women and children dear of animals, plants and nature. These are reasons for my anger. Presently, I seethe with anger. Men have problem with colour. No. Not colour of flower. Skin colour. Is white the only colour to retain power? White men hate other skin colour. Though black and brown men are no less better. This fight is going on somewhere not here. Elsewhere, not here or so I think. I am wrong. I find it even here. Here there everywhere. Problem with god I tried to understand but problem with colour? I don’t. That is why I get angry at countless petty trivial things.





