Not To Worry - Poem by Osama Waqar
It seems as if to deceive is nice;
as if your power has struck once more.
It seems as if you can be bad,
and have the last laugh.
It seems that yet I pray and pray,
I cannot get what's mine;
It seems as if the light has shunned
the rules that nature lay.
It seems as if time kills your rhyme;
and takes all good away.
It seems as if there is no way.
To catch a fish with no stick.
There is one thing that we must do.
and that is to never forget,
That a God exists above the sky.
And what's more,
In our HEARTS too-
He lays himself in us to make.
This life fruitful.
And suggests not to worry.
Comments about Not To Worry by Osama Waqar
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.