Fuel To fire
You slapped me in presence of many;
I did not get angry and utter a word;
You thought you were strong,sturdy;
I thought you were sick and coward.
When I was loitering in the garden
You came from behind, pushed me;
I did not get angry and utter a word;
I thought you were sick and coward.
I was reading,you came so suddenly;
You torn my book,spoke words dirty;
I did not get angry and utter a word;
I thought you were sick and coward.
Whyn't got angry and said a word?
I was praying inward for his good;
Tell me is it proper to be angered
And also pray for his brotherhood.
Anger to anger adding fuel to fire;
I don't spoil fuel; use cool water.
