A raging need that roots out calm
A fixation that brings but harm
This growing ache to see them wronged
The very ones dishonouring our bond
We plan,we plot, we brood and stalk
We lay in wait cannily for our mark
And then we strike with fury and fire
Impelling them to face our ire
And when our basest yearnings bear fruit
We are faced with elation,so strong and true
The sweetest sensation renders us dumb
To wild unfettered joy do we succumb
Mythology is replete with instances of revenge
Ones greatly planned and brought about
Be it the Kurukshetra war or Mahdev’s ire
It has burned as true as a flaming fire
Retribution is a thorny road to travel
It makes for quite a blood strewn path
But when our plans do unravel
That makes a pretty satisfied heart
Its mean,its ugly, unfinished business
Of which puritans speak disparagingly
But to one who has savoured its sweetness
The price to pay is but measly
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