Mortals Worry Poem by lalitha iyer

Why worry?
Mortals worry
they are not Ivory;
full of feelings and emotions
thoughts that blink
at every dangerous link,
sink at every losing brink
humans worry, dear madam
we are not angels
neither gods of elixirs
we want inhale the moments
of life afresh
lips to kiss
and kids we miss
sex we rejoice
saintly we pray
silent we wish
like an eternal song
melody be our metre
and passion be our gesture
I dont want to be a corpse
nor my lovely mansion
be sick with killing ills.