Death of Worry Brings Mirth
If we always worry
We never are right
By feeling every sorry
We lose fully delight
A worrying person
Faces only sorrow
Worry is a poison
It makes fear grow
If worry is dropped
Peace then flows
If worry is chopped
End fully sorrows
Worry is a devil
That threatens us
It destroys our will
To cancel our bliss
If worry suffers death
Heart is rejuvenated
We live on this Earth
As joy is created
Worry if is kicked out
Mind enjoys tranquility
End worry without doubt
Then we gain serenity.
Copyright © Mv Venkataraman | Year Posted 2022
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