Are disappointments a blessing in disguise?
Rain all over, and the umbrella kept aside.
Lately, it's been a thought discarding my mind —
Is existence merely something we find?

Anger's a possession kept in hind,
Something can't be done about it.
But the deep feelings that arise —
Why does it not keep quiet?

Suppression is a vent out,
Doesn't help anyway about.
Makes a way to ponder —
But nothing to be found.

Hollowness is a weapon,
Emptiness the ground.
But what wages a war
Is invisible as the sound.