Just a Question

What is wrong, a question worth thousand answers.

Every person has a version of their own wrong.

Car honking unnecessarily would be someone's wrong, while a late delivery someone else's.

Someone stealing, beating, fighting or even political exploitation might be for many.

But why is it that you, yes you have forgotten that maybe it's your fault. 

The anger that we hide, 

That is always ready to glide,

Make you go blind,

Is the reason for so many wrongs.

Your right may even be wrong for others.

We say we have become intolerant, but when were we ever tolerating the wrong.

We never spoke of the wrong and now that we speak, it's been given million reasons to fight.

But are we fighting the wrong, 

Or we we just soothing are egoistic sides.

We are ready to kill for Honor and pride,

Yet we never honor the pride of a human.

We can burn the whole town for unreasonable and petty issues, but don't have the guts to even speak against the supreme and depression,

Because obviously they are just an illusion of our mind.

So yeah, I again ask what is wrong?

Do you still have a thousand reasons to blame your self created plight.