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A young man from Srinagar, Was born with anger, Which was a part of his manner. He would flare up suddenly, Vent his anger violently, Fume and seethe at everyone, Friends he had none. His parents were worried, To many counsellors they scurried, But with little avail, In torment they could only wail. One day an old sage came to town, He was well known To cure people with anger and demon. He looked deep into the boy's Anger filled eyes. I see no demon, Only anger venom. He recited some tantric  words a bit, Young man, take this amulet, Wear it day and night. Throw out of the window disparity, Learn to do charity, See how others suffer, With no one their sorrow to buffer. Go for yoga and meditation, To control your anger addiction. That's my  advice, For good  overcomes the vice.
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 5:03 AM UTC
The Angry Man
A young man from Srinagar, Was born with anger, Which was a part of his manner. He would flare up suddenly, Vent his anger violently, Fume and seethe at everyone, Friends he had none. His parents were worried, To many counsellors they scurried, But with little avail, In torment they could only wail. One day an old sage came to town, He was well known To cure people with anger and demon. He looked deep into the boy's Anger filled eyes. I see no demon, Only anger venom. He recited some tantric  words a bit, Young man, take this amulet, Wear it day and night. Throw out of the window disparity, Learn to do charity, See how others suffer, With no one their sorrow to buffer. Go for yoga and meditation, To control your anger addiction. That's my  advice, For good  overcomes the vice.
For some time the boy joined an ashram.He came out a better person.
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72/F/Tanzania
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 5:03 AM UTC
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