If you worry, you are a fool,
As worry takes you to doom,
Gloom enters heart-room,
You start to idle your tool.
Worry saddens your mood,
And then cripples your soul,
It destroys your noble goal,
And makes you ever brood.
When you fall for devil worry,
You can never proceed ahead,
As empty becomes your head,
Life, you can't happily carry.
Worry punctures your heart,
And your mind, it badly nails,
A worrying soul surely fails,
By playing a negative part.
Worrying is a deadly act,
That brings pains, no gains,
To be desperate, it trains,
By distorting every fact.
Worrying is a wrong attitude,
Peace of mind, worry shatters,
It creates many lousy fetters,
As life can never be improved.
Worry creates tears only,
Nothing useful it does,
As worry doesn't bless,
Drop it from mind fully!
M V Venkataraman