Navrasa: Anger

I sit in the pit of every man’s stomach.

I’m not just a fire they mistake me to be.

I’m cold, a blue chill that runs down the spine.

Iā€™m the thin veil enveloping the heat.

I’ve waged wars in every time on earth,

I’ve demolished monsters, men and their Continue Reading

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