In the heart, a fire burns bright,
Quick to spark, ready to bite.
Words like arrows, sharp and fast,
Moments of peace, shattered and past.

It clouds the mind, makes reason flee,
Turning smiles into misery.
But like a storm, it will pass,
Leaving behind a world of glass.

Breathe in deep, let the anger go,
Find the calm in the afterglow.
For in our hearts, love should reign,
And peace will wash away the pain.
© Nishmitha Kotian