Enzymes To Digest The Sorrows... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

If there were an enzyme,
To digest the worries and forlorn,
Many hearts wouldn't have been broken,
Barren feelings can't be adorned,

Wrinkles in happiness can be ironed,
The pulling of the cheeks and chin,
Downward looking greasy vision,
Tattered organs may have hairline torn,

The worms infested mangoes skin,
May show many grave signs,
If there were an enzyme of time,
To digest all worries and forlorn.