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
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