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.

But,

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.