How Your Life

I am a mother of four children One out of four gives me lots of pain At ease when I am at home She comes at my door and asks How is your work? In the morning before I get up She brings a dream And disturbs my sound sleep When I should remain awake And do my job sincerely She crawls into my work and ask How is your home? With my soul I sit and relax But before I enjoy my moment Miles away she calls me up and asks How is your life? Unable to solve this problem With lots of worries I go to a sage He aptly listens and then says Out of her this is a sign of foolishness Due to sheer ignorance Instead of enjoying the present She thrusts upon you all the jittery and restlessness By living in future or thinking of the past. ‘’She ‘’ is my mind