Not all bad men have dirty smell,
Suspicious looks, Rowdy beard.
Some are as innocent as it could be
Quite, not loud, Simple and Normal
You can not differentiate them
from the common,
Because, they are, but a part of us.
Filled with volcano of anger,
like that hulk, tearing clothes,
Starving to come out,
Impatient , Breathing vicariously
Almost everyone of us carry one among
From the routine we live into,
making adjustments, and keeping smile
Just the anger, who can not sustain.
Yes, society is filled with so many Ravaanas